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PHILADELPHIA 
lENRY    RLTEMUS 


HENRY     ALTEMUS,     MANUFACTURER,     PHILADELPHIA. 


TO    THE    HESITATING    PURCHASER. 


If  sailor  tales  to  sailor  tunes, 

Storm  and  adventure,  heat  and  cold, 
If  schooners,  islands,  and  maroons 

And  Buccaneers  and  buried  Gold, 
And  all  the  old  romance,  retold 

Exactly  in  the  ancient  way, 
Can  please,  as  me  they  pleased  of  old. 

The  wiier  youngsters  of  to-day: 

— So  be  it,  and  fall  on!     If  not, 

If  studious  youth  no  longer  crave, 
His  ancient  appetites  forgot, 

Kingston,  or  Ballantyne  the  brave, 
Or  Cooper  of  the  wood  and  wave: 

So  be  it,  also!     And  may  I 
And  all  my  pirates  share  the  grave 

Where  these  and  their  creations  lie! 


TO 

S.  L.  O., 

AN   AMERICAN    GENTLEMAN, 

IN   ACCORDANCE   WITH    WHOSE    CLASSIC   TASTE 

THE   FOLLOWING    NARRATIVE    HAS    BEEN   DESIGNED, 

IT   IS   NOW,    IN   RETURN    FOR   NUMEROUS   DELIGHTFUL 

HOURS,    AND    WITH    THE    KINDEST   WISHES, 

DEDICATED 

BY    HIS   AFFECTIONATE    FRIEND, 

THE   AUTHOR. 


TREASURE    ISLAND. 


PART   I, 

THE    OLD    BUCCANEER 


CHAPTER    I. 

THE    OLD   SEA    DOG  AT    THE    "ADMIRAL    BENBOW." 

Squire  Trelawney,  Dr.  Livesey,  and  the  rest 
of  these  gentlemen  having-  asked  me  to  write  down 
the  whole  particulars  about  Treasure  Island,  from 
the  beginning  to  the  end,  keeping  nothing  back 
but  the  bearings  of  the  island,  and  that  only  be- 
cause there  is  still  treasure  not  yet  lifted,  I  take  up 
my  pen  in  the  year  of  grace  17 — ,  and  go  back  to 
the  time  when  my  father  kept  the  "Admiral  Ben-, 
bow"  inn,  and  the  brown  old  seaman,  with  the 
sabre  cut,  first  took  up  his  lodging  under  our  roof. 

I  remember  him  as  if  it  were  yesterday,  as  he 
came  plodding  to  the  inn  door,  his  sea-chest  fol- 
lowing behind  him  in  a  hand-barrow;  a  tall, 
strong,  heavy,  nut-brown  man;  his  tarry  pigtail 
falling  over  the  shoulders  of  his  soiled  blue  coat: 


6  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

his  hands  ragged  and  scarred,  with  black,  broken 
nails;  and  the  sabre  cut  across  one  cheek,  a  dirty, 
livid  white.  I  remember  him  looking  round  the 
cove  and  whistling  to  himself  as  he  did  so,  and 
then  breaking  out  in  that  old  sea-song  that  he 
sang  so  often  afterwards : 


'Fifteen  men  on  the  dead  man's  chest- 
Yo-ho-ho,  and  a  bottle  of  rum!" 


in  the  high,  old  tottering  voice  that  seemed  to 
have  been  tuned  and  broken  at  the  capstan  bars. 
Then  he  rapped  on  the  door  with  a  bit  of  stick  like 
a  handspike  that  he  carried,  and  when  my  father 
appeared,  called  roughly  for  a  glass  of  rum.  This, 
when  it  was  brought  to  him,  he  drank  slowly,  like 
a  connoisseur,  lingering  on  the  taste,  and  still 
looking  about  him  at  the  cliffs  and  up  at  our  sign- 
board. 

"This  is  a  handy  cove,"  says  he,  at  length;  "and 
a  pleasant  sittyated  grog-shop.  Much  company, 
mate?" 

My  father  told  him  no,  very  little  company,  the 
more  was  the  pity. 

"Well,  then,"  said  he,  "this  is  the  berth  for  me. 
Here  you,  matey,"  he  cried  to  the  man  who  trun- 
dled the  barrow;  "bring  up  alongside  and  help  up 
my  chest.  I'll  stay  here  a  bit,"  he  continued.  "I'm 
a  plain  man ;  rum  and  bacon  and  eggs  is  what  I 
want,  and  that  head  up  there  for  to  watch  ships 
off.  What  you  mought  call  me?  You  mought 
call  me  captain.       Oh,   I  see  what  you're  at — 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  J 

there;"  and  he  threw  down  three  or  four  gold 
pieces  on  the  threshold.  "You  can  tell  me  when 
I've  worked  through  that,"  says  he,  looking  as 
fierce  as  a  commander. 

And,  indeed,  bad  as  his  clothes  were,  and 
coarsely  as  he  spoke,  he  had  none  of  the  appear- 
ance of  a  man  who  sailed  before  the  mast;  but 
seemed  like  a  mate  or  skipper,  accustomed  to  be 
obeyed  or  to  strike.  The  man  who  came  with  the 
barrow  told  us  the  mail  had  set  him  down  the 
morning  before  at  the  "Royal  George;"  that  he 
had  inquired  what  inns  there  were  along  the  coast., 
and  hearing  ours  well  spoken  of,  I  suppose,  and 
described  as  lonely,  had  chosen  it  from  the  others 
for  his  place  of  residence.  And  that  was  all  we 
could  learn  of  our  guest. 

He  was  a  very  silent  man  by  custom.  All  day  he 
hung  round  the  cove,  or  upon  the  cliffs,  with  a 
brass  telescope;  all  evening  he  sat  in  a  corner  of 
the  parlor  next  the  fire,  and  drank  rum  and  water 
very  strong.  Mostly  he  would  not  speak  when 
spoken  to;  only  look  up  sudden  and  fierce,  and 
blow  through  his  nose  like  a  fog-horn;  and  we 
and  the  people  who  came  about  our  house  soon, 
learned  to  let  him  be.  Every  day,  when  he  came 
back  from  his  stroll,  he  would  ask  if  any  seafaring 
men  had  gone  by  along  the  road?  At  first  We 
thought  it  was  the  want  of  company  of  his  own 
kind  that  made  him  ask  this  question;  but  at  last 
we  began  to  see  he  was  desirous  to  avoid  them 
When  a  seaman  put  up  at  the  "Admiral  Benbow" 
4as  now  and  then  some  did,  making  by  the  coast 


8  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

road  for  Bristol),  he  would  look  in  at  him  through 
the  curtained  door  before  he  entered  the  parlor; 
and  he  was  always  sure  to  be  as  silent  as  a  mouse 
when  any  such  was  present.  For  me,  at  least, 
there  was  no  secret  about  the  matter;  for  I  was,  in 
a  way,  a  sharer  in  his  alarms.  He  had  taken  me 
aside  one  day,  and  promised  me  a  silver  fourpenny 
on  the  first  of  every  month  if  I  would  only  keep 
my  "weather-eye  open  for  a  seafaring  man  with 
one  leg,"  and  let  him  know  the  moment  he  ap- 
peared. Often  enough,  when  the  first  of  the 
month  came  round,  and  I  applied  to  him  for  my 
wage,  he  would  only  blow  through  his  nose  at  me 
and  stare  me  down;  but  before  the  week  was  out 
he  was  sure  to  think  better  of  it,  bring  me  my 
fourpenny  piece,  and  repeat  his  orders  to  look  out 
for  ''the  seafaring  man  with  one  leg/' 

How  that  personage  haunted  my  dreams,  I  need 
scarcely  tell  you.  On  stormy  nights,  when  the  wind 
shook  the  four  corners  of  the  house,  and  the  surf 
roared  along  the  cove  and  up  the  cliffs,  I  would 
see  him  in  a  thousand  forms,  and  with  a  thousand 
diabolical  expressions.  Now  the  leg  would  be 
cut  off  at  the  knee,  now  at  the  hip ;  now  he  was  a 
monstrous  kind  of  a  creature  who  had  never  had 
but  one  leg,  and  that  in  the  middle  of  his  body. 
To  see  him  leap  and  run  and  pursue  me  over 
hedge  and  ditch  was  the  worst  of  nightmares. 
And  altogether  I  paid  pretty  dear  for  my  monthly 
fourpenny  piece  in  the  shape  of  these  abominable 
fancies. 

But  though  I  was  so  terrified  by  the  idea  of  the 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  9 

seafaring  man  with  one  leg,  I  was  far  less  afraid 
of  the  captain  himself  than  anybody  else  who 
knew  him.  There  were  nights  when  he  took  a 
deal  more  rum  and  water  than  his  head  would 
carry ;  and  then  he  would  sometimes  sit  and  sing 
his  wicked,  old,  wild  sea-songs,  minding  nobody; 
but  sometimes  he  would  call  for  glasses  round, 
and  force  all  the  trembling  company  to  listen  to 
his  stories  or  bear  a  chorus  to  his  singing.  Often 
I  have  heard  the  house  shaking  with  "Yo-ho-ho, 
and  a  bottle  of  rum,"  all  the  neighbors  joining  in 
for  dear  life,  with  the  fear  of  death  upon  them,  and 
each  singing  louder  than  the  other,  to  avoid  re- 
mark. For  in  these  fits  he  was  the  most  over- 
riding companion  ever  known;  he  would  slap  his 
hand  on  the  table  for  silence  all  round;  he  would 
fly  up  in  a  passion  of  anger  at  a  question,  or  some- 
times because  none  was  put,  and  so  he  judged  the 
company  was  not  following  his  story.  Nor  would 
he  allow  any  one  to  leave  the  inn  till  he  had  drunk 
himself  sleepy  and  reeled  off  to  bed. 

His  stories  wrere  what  frightened  people  worst 
of  all.  Dreadful  stories  they  were;  about  hang- 
ing, and  walking  the  plank,  and  storms  at  sea,  and 
the  Dry  Tortugas,  and  wild  deeds  and  places  on 
the  Spanish  Main.  By  his  own  account  he  must 
have  lived  his  life  among  some  of  the  wickedest 
men  that  God  ever  allowed  upon  the  sea;  and  the 
language  in  which  he  told  these  stories  shocked 
our  plain  country  people  almost  as  much  as  the 
crimes  that  he  described.  My  father  was  always 
saying  the  inn  would  be  ruined,  for  people  would 


IO  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

cease  coming  there  to  be  tyrannized  over  and 
put  down,  and  sent  shivering  to  their  beds;  but 
I  really  believe  his  presence  did  us  good.  Peo- 
ple were  frightened  at  the  time,  but  on  looking 
back  they  rather  liked  it ;  it  was  a  fine  excitement 
in  a  quiet  country  life ;  and  there  was  even  a  party 
of  the  younger  men  who  pretended  to  admire  him, 
calling  him  a  ''true  sea-dog,"  and  a  "real  old  salt," 
and  such  like  names,  and  saying  there  was  the 
sort  of  man  that  made  England  terrible  at  sea. 

In  one  way,  indeed,  he  bade  fair  to  ruin  us;  for 
he  kept  on  staying  week  after  week,  and  at  last 
month  after  month,  so  that  all  the  money  had  been 
long  exhausted,  and  still  my  father  never  plucked 
up  the  heart  to  insist  on  having  more.  Ii  ever  he 
mentioned  it,  the  captain  blew  through  his  nose 
so  loudly,  that  you  might  say  he  roared,  and 
stared  my  poor  father  out  of  the  room.  I  have 
seen  him  wringing  his  hands  after  such  a  rebuff, 
and  I  am  sure  the  annoyance  and  the  terror  he 
lived  in  must  have  greatly  hastened  his  early  and 
unhappy  death. 

All  the  time  he  lived  with  us  the  captain  made 
no  change  whatever  in  his  dress  but  to  buy  some 
stockings  from  a  hawker.  One  of  the  cocks  of 
his  hat  having  fallen  down,  he  let  it  hang  from 
that  day  forth,  though  it  was  a  great  annoyance 
when  it  blew.  I  remember  the  appearance  of  his 
coat,  which  he  patched  himself  upstairs  in  his 
room,  and  which,  before  the  end,  was  nothing  but 
patches.  He  never  wrote  or  received  a  letter/and 
he  never  spoke  with  any  but  the  neighbors,  and 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  II 

with  these,  for  the  most  part,  only  when  drunk  on 
rum.  The  great  sea-chest  none  of  us  had  ever 
seen  open. 

He  was  only  once  crossed,  and  that  was  towards 
the  end,  when  my  poor  father  was  far  gone  in  a 
decline  that  took  him  off.  Dr.  Livesey  came  late 
one  afternon  to  see  the  patient,  took  a  bit  of  din- 
ner from  my  mother,  and  went  into  the  parlor  to 
smoke  a  pipe  until  his  horse  should  come  down 
from  the  hamlet,  for  we  had  no  stabling  at  the  old 
"Benbow."  I  followed  him  in,  and  I  remember 
observing  the  contrast  the  neat,,  bright  doctor, 
with  his  powder  as  white  as  snow,  and  his  bright, 
black  eyes  and  pleasant  manners,  made  with  the 
coltish  country  folk,  and  above  all,  with  that  filthy, 
heavy,  bleared  scarecrow  of  a  pirate  of  ours,  sit- 
ting far  gone  in  rum,  with  his  arms  on  the  table. 
Suddenly  he — the  captain,  that  is — began  to  pipe 
up  his  eternal  song: 

"Fifteen  men  on  the  dead  man's  chest — 

Yo-ho-ho,  and  a  bottle  of  rum! 
Drink  and  the  devil  had  done  for  the  rest — 

Yo-ho-ho,  and  a  bottle  of  rum!" 

At  first  I  had  supposed  "the  dead  man's  chest" 
to  be  that  identical  big  box  of  his  upstairs  in  the 
front  room,  and  the  thought  had  been  mingled  in 
my  nightmares  with  that  of  the  one-legged  seafar- 
ing man.  But  by  this  time  we  had  all  long  ceased 
to  pay  any  particular  notice  to  the  song;  it  was 
new,  that  night,  to  nobody  but  Dr.  Livesey,  and 
on  him  I  observed  it  did  not  produce  an  agreeable 


12  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

effect,  for  he  looked  up  for  a  moment  quite  angrily 
before  he  went  on  with  his  talk  to  old  Taylor,  the 
gardener,  on  a  new  cure  for  the  rheumatics.  In 
the  meantime,  the  captain  gradually  brightened 
up  at  his  own  music,  and  at  last  napped  his  hand 
upon  the  table  before  him  in  a  way  we  all  knew  to 
mean — silence.  The  voices  stopped  at  once,  all 
but  Dr.  Livesey's;  he  went  on  as  before,  speaking 
clear  and  kind,  and  drawing  briskly  at  his  pipe 
between  every  word  or  two.  The  captain  glared 
at  him  for  a  while,  flapped  his  hand  again,  glared 
still  harder,  and  at  last  broke  out  with  a  villainous, 
low  oath:     "Silence,  there,  between  decks!" 

"Were  you  addressing  me,  sir?"  says  the  doc- 
tor; and  when  the  ruffian  had  told  him,  with  an- 
other oath,  that  this  was  so,  "I  have  only  one 
thing  to  say  to  you,  sir,"  replies  the  doctor,  "that 
if  you  keep  on  drinking  rum,  the  world  will  soon 
be  quit  of  a  very  dirty  scoundrel!" 

The  old  fellow's  fury  was  awful.  He  sprang  to 
his  feet,  drew  and  opened  a  sailor's  clasp-knife, 
and,  balancing  it  open  on  the  palm  of  his  hand, 
threatened  to  pin  the  doctor  to  the  wall. 

The  doctor  never  so  much  as  moved.  He  spoke 
to  him,  as  before,  over  his  shoulder,  and  in  the 
same  tone  of  voice;  rather  high,  so  that  all  the 
room  might  hear,  but  perfectly  calm  and  steady : 

"If  you  do  not  put  that  knife  this  instant  in  your 
pocket,  I  promise,  upon  my  honor,  you  shall 
hang  at  next  assizes." 

Then  followed  a  battle  of  looks  between  them; 
but  the  captain  soon  knuckled  under,  put  up  his 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 3 

weapon,  and  resumed  his  seat,  grumbling  like  a 
beaten  dog. 

"And  now,  sir,"  continued  the  doctor,  "since 
I  now  know  there's  such  a  fellow  in  my  district, 
you  may  count  I'll  have  an  eye  upon  you  day  and 
night.  I'm  not  a  doctor  only;  I'm  a  magistrate, 
and  if  I  catch  a  breath  of  complaint  against  you, 
if  it's  only  for  a  piece  of  incivility  like  to-night's, 
I'll  take  effectual  means  to  have  you  hunted  down 
and  routed  out  of  this.     Let  that  suffice." 

Soon  after  Dr.  Livesey's  horse  came  to  the 
door,  and  he  rode  away;  but  the  captain  held  his 
peace  that  evening,  and  for  many  evenings  to 
come. 


CHAPTER    II. 

BLACK    DOG   APPEARS    AND    DISAPPEARS. 

It  was  not  very  long  after  this  that  there  oc- 
curred the  first  of  the  mysterious  events  that  rid 
us  at  last  of  the  captain,  though  not,  as  you  will 
see,  of  his  affairs.  It  wTas  a  bitter  cold  winter, 
with  long,  hard  frosts  and  heavy  gales,  and  it  was 
plain  from  the  first  that  my  poor  father  was  little 
likelv  to  see  the  spring.  He  sank  daily,  and  my 
mother  and  I  had  all  the  inn  upon  our  hands;  and 
were  kept  busy  enough,  without  paying  much 
regard  to  our  unpleasant  guest. 

It  was  one  January  morning,  very  early — a 


14  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

pinching,  frosty  morning — the  cove  all  gray  with 
hoar-frost,  the  ripple  lapping  softly  on  the  stones, 
the  sun  still  low  and  only  touching  the  hilltops 
and  shining  far  to  seaward.  The  captain  had 
risen  earlier  than  usual,  and  set  out  down  the 
beach,  his  cutlass  swinging  under  the  broad  skirts 
of  the  old  blue  coat,  his  brass  telescope  under  his 
arm,  his  hat  tilted  back  upon  his  head.  I  remem- 
ber his  breath  hanging  like  smoke  in  his  wake  as 
he  strode  off,  and  the  last  sound  I  heard  of  him,  as 
he  turned  the  big  rock,  was  a  loud  snort  of  indig- 
nation, as  though  his  mind  was  still  running  upon 
Dr.  Livesey. 

Well,  mother  was  upstairs  with  father,  and  I 
was  laying  the  breakfast  table  against  the  cap- 
tain's return,  when  the  parlor  door  opened,  and  a 
man  stepped  in  on  whom  I  had  never  set  my  eyes 
before.  He  was  a  pale,  tallowy  creature,  wanting 
two  fingers  of  the  left  hand;  and,  though  he  wore 
a  cutlass,  he  did  not  look  much  like  a  fighter.  I 
had  always  my  eye  open  for  seafaring  men,  with 
one  leg  or  two,  and  I  remember  this  one  puzzled 
me.  He  was  not  sailorly,  and  yet  he  had  a  smack 
of  the  sea  about  him  too. 

I  asked  him  what  was  for  his  service,  and  he 
said  he  would  take  rum ;  but  as  I  was  going  out  of 
the  room  to  fetch  it  he  sat  down  upon  a  table  and 
he  motioned  me  to  draw  near.  I  paused  where  I 
was  with  my  napkin  in  my  hand. 

"Come  here,  sonny,"  says  he.  "Come  nearer 
here." 

I  took  a  step  nearer. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 5 

"Is  this  here  table  for  my  mate  Bill?"  he  asked, 
with  a  kind  of  leer. 

I  told  him  I  did  not  know  his  mate  Bill;  and  this 
was  for  a  person  who  stayed  in  our  house,  whom 
we  called  the  captain. 

"Well,"  said  he,  umy  mate  Bill  would  be  called 
the  captain,  as  like  as  not.  He  has  a  cut  on  one 
cheek,  and  a  mighty  pleasant  way  with  him,  par- 
ticularly in  drink,  has  my  mate  Bill.  We'll  put  it, 
for  argument  like,  that  your  captain  has  a  cut  on 
one  cheek — and  we'll  put  it,  if  you  like,  that  that 
cheek's  the  right  one.  Ah,  well!  I  told  you. 
Now,  is  my  mate  Bill  in  this  here  house?" 

I  told  him  he  was  out  walking. 

"Which  way,  sonny?     Wrhich  way  is  he  gone?" 

And  when  I  had  pointed  out  the  rock  and  told 
him  how  the  captain  was  likely  to  return,  and 
how  soon,  and  answered  a  few  other  questions, 
"Ah,"  said  he,  "this'll  be  as  good  as  drink  to  my 
mate  Bill." 

The  expression  of  his  face  as  he  said  these 
words  was  not  at  all  pleasant,  and  I  had  my  own 
reasons  for  thinking  that  the  stranger  was  mis- 
taken, even  supposing  he  meant  what  he  said. 
But  it  was  no  affair  of  mine,  I  thought;  and,  be- 
sides, it  was  difficult  to  know  what  to  do.  The 
stranger  kept  hanging  about  just  inside  the  inn 
door,  peering  round  the  corner  like  a  cat  waiting 
for  a  mouse.  Once  I  stepped  out  myself  into  the 
road,  but  he  immediately  called  me  back,  and,  as 
I  did  not  obey  quite  quick  enough  for  his  fancy,  a 
most  horrible  change  came  over  his  tallowy  face, 


l6  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

and  he  ordered  me  in  with  an  oath  that  made  me 
jump.  As  soon  as  I  was  back  again  he  returned 
to  his  former  manner,  half  fawning,  half  sneering, 
patted  me  on  the  shoulder,  told  me  I  was  a  good 
boy  and  he  had  taken  quite  a  fancy  to  me.  ''I 
have  a  son  of  my  own,"  said  he,  "as  like  you  as 
two  blocks,  and  he's  all  the  pride  of  my  'art.  But 
the  great  thing  for  boys  is  discipline,  sonny — dis- 
cipline. Now,  if  you  had  sailed  along  of  Bill,  you 
wouldn't  have  stood  there  to  be  spoke  to  twice — 
not  you.  That  was  never  Bill's  way,  nor  the  way 
of  sich  as  sailed  with  him.  And  here,  sure 
enough,  is  my  mate  Bill,  with  a  spyglass  under 
his  arm,  bless  his  old  'art,  to  be  sure.  You  and 
me'll  just  go  back  into  the  parlor,  sonny,  and  get 
behind  the  door,  and  we'll  give  Bill  a  little  sur- 
prise— bless  his  'art,  I  say  again." 

So  saying,  the  stranger  backed  along  with  me 
into  the  parlor,  and  put  me  behind  him  in  the 
corner,  so  that  we  were  both  hidden  by  the  open 
door.  I  was  very  uneasy  and  alarmed,  as  you 
may  fancy,  and  it  rather  added  to  my  fears  to  ob- 
serve that  the  stranger  was  certainly  frightened 
himself.  He  cleared  the  hilt  of  his  cutlass  and 
loosened  the  blade  in  the  sheath;  and  all  the  time 
we  were  waiting  there  he  kept  swallowing  as  if  he 
felt  what  we  used  to  call  a  lump  in  the  throat. 

At  last  in  strode  the  captain,  slammed  the  door 
behind  him,  without  looking  to  the  right  or  left, 
and  marched  straight  across  the  room  to  where 
his  breakfast  awaited  him. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  17 

"Bill,"  said  the  stranger,  in  a  voice  that  I 
thought  he  had  tried  to  make  bold  and  big. 

The  captain  spun  around  on  his  heel  and 
fronted  us ;  all  the  brown  had  gone  out  of  his  face, 
and  even  his  nose  was  blue ;  he  had  the  look  of  a 
man  who  sees  a  ghost,  or  the  evil  one,  or  some- 
thing worse,  if  anything  can  be;  and,  upon  my 
word,  I  felt  sorry  to  see  him,  all  in  a  moment,  turn 
so  old  and  sick. 

"Come,  Bill,  you  know  me;  you  know  an  old 
shipmate,  Bill,  surely,"  said  the  stranger. 

The  captain  made  a  sort  of  gasp. 

"Black  Dog!"  said  he. 

"And  who  else?"  returned  the  other,  getting 
more  at  his  ease.  "Black  Dog  as  ever  was,  come 
for  to  see  his  old  shipmate  Billy,  at  the  'Admiral 
Benbow'  inn.  Ah,  Bill,  Bill,  we  have  seen  a  sight 
of  times,  us  two,  since  I  lost  them  two  talons," 
holding  up  his  mutilated  hand. 

"Now,  look  here,"  said  the  captain;  "you've  run 
me  down;  here  I  am;  well,  then,  speak  up;  what 
is  it?" 

"That's  you,  Bill,"  returned  Black  Dog,  "you're 
in  the  right  of  it,  Billy.  I'll  have  a  glass  of  rum 
from  this  dear  child  here,  as  I've  took  such  a  lik- 
ing to;  and  we'll  sit  down,  if  you  please,  and  talk 
square,  like  old  shipmates." 

When  I  returned  with  the  rum,  they  were 
already  seated  on  either  side  of  the  captain's 
breakfast  table — Black  Dog  next  to  the  door,  and 
sitting  sideways,  so  as  to  have  one  eye  on  his  old 
shipmate,  and  one,  as  I  thought,  on  his  retreat. 


l8  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

He  bade  me  go,  and  leave  the  door  wide  open. 
"None  of  your  keyholes  for  me,  sonny,"  he  said; 
and  I  left  them  together,  and  retired  into  the  bar. 

For  a  long  time,  though  I  certainly  did  my  best 
to  listen,  I  could  hear  nothing  but  a  low  gab- 
bling; but  at  last  the  voices  began  to  grow  higher, 
and  I  could  pick  up  a  word  or  two,  mostly  oaths, 
from  the  captain. 

"No,  no,  no,  no;  and  an  end  of  it!"  he  cried 
once.  And  again,  "If  it  comes  to  swinging,  swing 
all,  say  I." 

Then  all  of  a  sudden  there  was  a  tremendous 
explosion  of  oaths  and  other  noises — the  chair  and 
table  went  over  in  a  lump,  a  clash  of  steel  followed, 
and  then  a  cry  of  pain,  and  the  next  instant  I  saw 
Black  Dog  in  full  flight,  and  the  captain  hotly 
pursuing,  both  with  drawn  cutlasses,  and  the 
former  streaming  blood  from  the  left  shoulder. 
Just  at  the  door,  the  captain  aimed  at  the  fugitive 
one  last  tremendous  cut,  which  would  certainly 
have  split  him  to  the  chin  had  it  not  been  inter- 
cepted by  our  big  signboard  of  Admiral  Benbow. 
You  may  see  the  notch  on  the  lower  side  of  the 
frame  to  this  day. 

That  blow  was  the  last  of  the  battle.  Once  out 
upon  the  road,  Black  Dog,  in  spite  of  his  wound, 
showed  a  wonderful  clean  pair  of  heels,  and  dis- 
appeared over  the  edge  of  the  hill  in  half  a  minute. 
The  captain,  for  his  part,  stood  staring  at  the  sign- 
board like  a  bewildered  man.  Then  he  passed  his 
hand  over  his  eyes  several  times,  and  at  last  turned 
back  into  the  house. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  19 

"Jim,"  says  he,  "rum;"  and  as  he  spoke,  he 
reeled  a  little,  and  caught  himself  with  one  hand 
against  the  wall. 

"Are  you  hurt?"  cried  I. 

"Rum,"  he  repeated.  "I  must  get  away  from 
here.     Rum!  rum!" 

I  ran  to  fetch  it,  but  I  was  quite  unsteadied  by 
all  that  had  fallen  out,  and  I  broke  one  glass  and 
fouled  the  tap,  and  while  I  was  still  getting  in  my 
own  way,  I  heard  a  loud  fall  in  the  parlor,  and 
running  in,  beheld  the  captain  lying  full  length 
upon  the  floor.  At  the  same  instant  my  mother, 
alarmed  by  the  cries  and  fighting,  came  running 
down  stairs  to  help  me.  Between  us  we  raised 
his  head.  He  was  breathing  very  loud  and  hard; 
but  his  eyes  were  closed,  and  his  face  a  horrible 
color. 

"Dear,  deary  me,"  cried  my  mother,  "what  a 
disgrace  upon  the  house!  And  your  poor  father 
sick!" 

In  the  meantime,  we  had  no  idea  what  to  do  to 
help  the  captain,  nor  any  thought  but  that  he  had 
got  his  death-hurt  in  the  scuffle  with  the  stranger. 
I  got  the  rum,  to  be  sure,  and  tried  to  put  it  down 
his  throat;  but  his  teeth  were  tightly  shut,  and  his 
jaws  as  strong  as  iron.  It  was  a  happy  relief  for 
us  when  the  door  opened  and  Doctor  Livesey 
came  in,  on  his  visit  to  my  father. 

"Oh,  doctor,"  we  cried,  "what  shall  we  do? 
Where  is  he  wounded?" 

"Wounded?  A  fiddlestick's  end !"  said  the  doc- 
tor.    "No  more  wounded  than  you  or  I.     The 


20  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

man  has  had  a  stroke,  as  I  warned  him.  Now, 
Mrs.  Hawkins,  just  you  run  upstairs  to  your  hus- 
band, and  tell  him,  if  possible,  nothing  about  it. 
For  my  part,  I  must  do  my  best  to  save  this  fel- 
low's trebly  worthless  life;  and  Jim  here  will  get 
me  a  basin." 

When  I  got  back  with  the  basin,  the  doctor  had 
already  ripped  up  the  captain's  sleeve,  and  ex- 
posed his  great  sinewy  arm.  It  was  tattooed  in 
several  places.  "Here's  luck,"  "A  fair  wind," 
and  "Billy  Bones  his  fancy,"  were  very  neatly  and 
clearly  executed  on  the  forearm ;  and  up  near  the 
shoulder  there  was  a  sketch  of  a  gallows  and  a 
man  hanging  from  it — done,  as  I  thought,  with 
great  spirit. 

"Prophetic,"  said  the  doctor,  touching  this  pic- 
ture with  his  finger.  "And  now,  Master  Billy 
Bones,  if  that  be  your  name,  we'll  have  a  look  at 
the  color  of  your  blood.  Jim,"  he  said,  "are  you 
afraid  of  blood?" 

"No,  sir,"  said  I. 

"Well,  then,"  said  he,  "you  hold  the  basin;" 
and  with  that  he  took  his  lancet  and  opened  a 
vein. 

A  great  deal  of  blood  was  taken  before  the  cap- 
tain opened  his  eyes  and  looked  mistily  about  him. 
First  he  recognized  the  doctor  with  an  unmistak- 
able frown;  then  his  glance  fell  upon  me,  and  he 
looked  relieved.  But  suddenly  his  color  changed 
and  he  tried  to  raise  himself,  crving: 

"Where's  Black  Dog?" 

"There  is  no  Black  Dog  here,"  said  the  doctor, 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  21 

"except  what  you  have  on  your  own  back.  You 
have  been  drinking  rum;  you  have  had  a  stroke, 
precisely  as  I  told  you;  and  I  have  just,  very  much 
against  my  own  will,  dragged  you  headforemost 
out  of  the  grave.     Now,  Mr.  Bones" 

"That's  not  my  name,"  he  interrupted. 

"Much  I  care,"  returned  the  doctor.  "It's  the 
name  of  a  buccaneer  of  my  acquaintance;  and  I 
call  you  by  it  for  the  sake  of  shortness,  and  what 
I  have  to  say  to  you  is  this :  one  glass  of  rum  won't 
kill  you,  but  if  you  take  one  you'll  take  another 
and  another,  and  I  stake  my  wig  if  you  don't 
break  off  short,  you'll  die — do  you  understand 
that? — die,  and  go  to  your  own  place,  like  the  man 
in  the  Bible.  Come,  now,  make  an  effort.  I'll 
help  you  to  your  bed  for  once." 

Between  us,  with  much  trouble,  we  managed  to 
hoist  him  upstairs,  and  laid  him  on  his  bed,  where 
his  head  fell  back  on  the  pillow,  as  if  he  were 
almost  fainting. 

"Now,  mind  you,"  said  the  doctor,  "I  clear  my 
conscience — the  name  of  rum  for  you  is  death." 

And  with  that  he  went  off  to  see  my  father,  tak- 
ing me  with  him  by  the  arm. 

"This  is  nothing,"  he  said,  as  soon  as  he  had 
closed  the  door.  "I  have  drawn  blood  enough  to 
keep  him  quiet  a  while;  he  should  lie  for  a  week 
where  he  is — that  is  the  best  thing  for  him  and 
you ;  but  another  stroke  would  settle  him." 


22  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

CHAPTER    III. 

THE    BLACK    SPOT. 

About  noon  I  stopped  at  the  captain's  door 
with  some  cooling  drinks  and  medicines.  He 
was  lying  very  much  as  we  had  left  him,  only  a 
little  higher,  and  he  seemed  both  weak  and  ex- 
cited. 

"Jim,"  he  said,  "you're  the  only  one  here  that's 
worth  anything;  and  you  know  I've  been  always 
good  to  you.  Never  a  month  but  I've  given  you 
a  silver  fourpenny  for  yourself.  And  now  you 
see,  mate,  I'm  pretty  low,  and  deserted  by  all;  and 
Jim,  you'll  bring  me  one  noggin  of  rum,  now, 
won't  you,  matey?" 

"The  doctor" I  began. 

But  he  broke  in  cursing  the  doctor,  in  a  feeble 
voice,  but  heartily.  "Doctors  is  all  swabs,"  he 
said;  "and  that  doctor  there,  why,  what  do  he 
know  about  seafaring  men?  I  been  in  places 
hot  as  pitch,  and  mates  dropping  round  with  Yel- 
low Jack,  and  the  blessed  land  a-heaving  like  the 
sea  with  earthquakes — what  do  the  doctor  know 
of  lands  like  that? — and  I  lived  on  rum,  I  tell  you. 
It's  been  meat  and  drink,  and  man  and  wife,  to 
me ;  and  if  I'm  not  to  have  my  rum  now  I'm  a  poor 
old  hulk  on  a  lee  shore,  my  blood'll  be  on  you, 
Jim,  and  that  Doctor  swab;"  and  he  ran  on  again 
for  a  while  with  curses.     "Look,  lim,  how  mv 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  2$ 

fingers  fidges,"  he  continued,  in  the  pleading  tone. 
"I  can't  keep  'em  still,  not  I.  I  haven't  had  a  drop 
this  blessed  day.  That  doctor's  a  fool,  I  tell  you. 
If  I  don't  have  a  drain  o'  rum,  Jim,  I'll  have  the 
horrors;  I  seen  some  on  'em  already.  I  seen  old 
Flint  in  the  corner  there,  behind  you;  as  plain  as 
print,  I  seen  him;  and  if  I  get  the  horrors,  I'm  a 
man  that  has  lived  rough,  and  I'll  raise  Cain. 
Your  doctor  hisself  said  one  glass  wouldn't  hurt 
me.  I'll  give  you  a  golden  guinea  for  a  noggin, 
Jim." 

He  was  growi'ng  more  and  more  excited,  and 
this  alarmed  me  for  my  father,  who  was  very  low 
that  day,  and  needed  quiet;  besides,  I  was  reas- 
sured by  the  doctor's  words,  now  quoted  to  me, 
and  rather  offended  by  the  offer  of  a  bribe. 

"I  want  none  of  your  money,"  said  I,  "but  what 
you  owe  my  father.  I'll  get  you  one  glass,  and  no 
more." 

When  I  brought  it  to  him  he  seized  it  greedily 
and  drank  it  out. 

"Ay  ay,"  said  he,  "that's  some  better,  sure 
enough.  And  now,  matey,  did  that  doctor  say 
how  long  I  was  to  lie  here  in  this  old  berth?" 

"A  week  at  least,"  said  I. 

"Thunder!"  he  cried.  "A  week!  I  can't  do 
that;  they'd  have  the  black  spot  on  me  by  then. 
The  lubbers  is  going  about  to  get  the  wind  of  me 
this  blessed  moment;  lubbers  as  couldn't  keep 
what  they  got,  and  want  to  nail  what  is  another's. 
Is  that  seamanly  behavior,  now,  I  want  to  know? 
But  I'm  a  saving  soul.      I  never  wasted  good 


24  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

money  of  mine,  nor  lost  it  neither;  and  I'll  trick 
'em  again.  I'm  not  afraid  on  'em.  I'll  shake  out 
another  reef,  matey,  and  daddle  'em  again." 

As  he  was  thus  speaking,  he  had  risen  from  bed 
with  great  difficulty,  holding  to  my  shoulder  with 
a  grip  that  almost  made  me  cry  out,  and  moving 
his  lees  like  so  much  dead  weight.  His  words, 
spirited  as  they  were  in  meaning,  contrasted  sadly 
with  the  weakness  of  the  voice  in  which  they  were 
uttered.  He  paused  when  he  had  got  into  a  sit- 
ting position  on  the  edge. 

"That  doctor's  done  me,"  he  murmured.  "My 
ears  is  singing.     Lay  me  back." 

Before  I  could  do  much  to  help  him  he  had 
fallen  back  again  to  his  former  place,  where  he 
lay  for  a  while  silent. 

"Jim,"  he  said,  at  length,  "you  saw  that  seafar- 
ing man  to-day?" 

"Black  Dog?"  I  asked. 

"Ah!  Black  Dog,"  says  he.  "He's  a  bad  'un; 
but  there's  worse  that  put  him  on.  Now,  if  I 
can't  get  away  nohow,  and  they  tip  me  the  black 
spot,  mind  you,  it's  my  old  sea-chest  they're  after; 
you  get  on  a  horse — you  can,  can't  you?  Well, 
then,  you  get  on  a  horse,  and  go  to — well,  yes,  I 
will! — to  that  eternal  Doctor  swab,  and  tell  him  to 
pipe  all  hands — magistrates  and  sich — and  he'll 
lay  'em  aboard  at  the  'Admiral  Benbow' — all  old 
Flint's  crew,  man  and  boy,  all  on  'em  that's  left. 
I  was  first  mate,  I  was,  old  Flint's  first  mate,  and 
I'm  the  only  one  as  knows  the  place.  He  gave  it 
me  to  Savannah,  when  he  lay  a-dying,  like  as  if  I 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  2$ 

was  to  now,  you  see.  But  you  won't  peach  unless 
they  get  the  black  spot  on  me,  or  unless  you  see 
that  Black  Dog  again,  or  a  seafaring  man  with 
one  leg,  Jim — him  above  all." 

"But  what  is  the  black  spot,  captain?"  I  asked. 

"That's  a  summons,  mate.  I'll  tell  you  if  they 
get  that.  But  you  keep  your  weather-eye  open, 
Jim,  and  I'll  share  with  you  equals,  upon  my 
honor." 

He  wandered  a  little  longer,  his  voice  growing 
weaker;  but  soon  after  I  had  given  him  his  medi- 
cine, which  he  took  like  a  child,  with  the  remark, 
"If  ever  a  seaman  wanted  drugs,  it's  me,"  he  fell  at 
last  into  a  heavy,  swoon-like  sleep,  in  which  I  left 
him.  What  I  should  have  done  had  all  gone  well 
1  do  not  know.  Probably  I  should  have  told  the 
whole  story  to  the  doctor;  for  I  was  in  mortal  fear 
lest  the  captain  should  repent  of  his  confessions 
and  make  an  end  of  me.  But  as  things  fell  out, 
my  poor  father  died  quite  suddenly  that  evening, 
which  put  all  other  matters  on  one  side.  Our 
natural  distress,  the  visits  of  the  neighbors,  the 
arranging  of  the  funeral,  and  all  the  work  of  the 
inn  to  be  carried  on  in  the  meanwhile,  kept  me  so 
busy  that  I  had  scarcely  time  to  think  of  the  cap- 
tain, far  less  to  be  afraid  of  him. 

He  got  down  stairs  next  morning,  to  be  sure, 
and  had  his  meals  as  usual,  though  he  ate  little, 
and  had  more,  I  am  afraid,  than  his  usual  supply 
of  rum,  for  he  helped  himself  out  of  the  bar,  scowl- 
ing and  blowing  through  his  nose,  and  no  one 
dared  to  cross  him.      On  the  night  before  the 


26  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

funeral  he  was  as  drunk  as  ever;  and  it  was  shock- 
ing, in  that  house  of  mourning,  to  hear  him  sing- 
ing away  at  his  ugly  old  sea-song;  but,  weak  as 
he  was,  we  were  all  in  the  fear  of  death  for  him, 
and  the  doctor  was  suddenly  taken  up  with  a  case 
many  miles  away,  and  was  never  near  the  house 
after  my  father's  death.  I  have  said  the  captain 
was  weak;  and  indeed  he  seemed  rather  to  grow 
weaker  than  regain  his  strength.  He  clambered 
up  and  down  stairs,  and  went  from  the  parlor  to 
the  bar  and  back  again,  and  sometimes  put  his 
nose  out  of  doors  to  smell  the  sea,  holding  on  to 
the  walls  as  he  went  for  support,  and  breathing 
hard  and  fast  like  a  man  on  a  steep  mountain. 
He  never  particularly  addressed  me,  and  it  is  my 
belief  he  had  as  good  as  forgotten  his  confidences; 
but  his  temper  was  more  flighty,  and,  allowing 
for  his  bodily  weakness,  more  violent  than  ever. 
He  had  an  alarming  way  now  when  he  was  drunk 
of  drawing"  his  cutlass  and  laying  it  bare  before 
him  on  the  table.  But,  with  all  that,  he  minded 
people  less,  and  seemed  shut  up  in  his  own 
thoughts  and  rather  wandering.  Once,  for  in- 
stance, to  our  extreme  wonder,  he  piped  up  to  a 
different  air,  a  kind  of  country  love-song,  that  he 
must  have  learned  in  his  youth  before  he  had 
begun  to  follow  the  sea. 

So  things  passed  until,  the  day  after  the  funeral, 
and  about  three  o'clock  of  a  bitter,  foggy,  frosty 
afternoon,  I  was  standing  at  the  door  for  a  mo- 
ment, full  of  sad  thoughts  about  my  father,  when 
I  saw  some  one  drawing  slowly  near  along  the 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  2J 

road.  He  was  plainly  blind,  for  he  tapped  before 
him  with  a  stick,  and  wore  a  great  green  shade 
over  his  eyes  and  nose;  and  he  was  hunched,  as  if 
with  age  or  weakness,  and  wore  a  huge  old  tat- 
tered sea-cloak  with  a  hood,  that  made  him  ap- 
pear positively  deformed.  I  never  saw  in  my  life 
a  more  dreadful  looking  figure.  He  stopped  a 
little  from  the  inn,  and,  raising  his  voice  in  an  odd 
sing-song,  addressed  the  air  in  front  of  him: 

"Will  any  kind  friend  inform  a  poor  blind  man, 
who  has  lost  the  precious  sight  of  his  eyes  in  the 
gracious  defence  of  his  native  country,  England, 
and  God  bless  King  George! — where  or  in  what 
part  of  this  country  he  may  now  be?" 

"You  are  at  the  'Admiral  Benbow,'  Black  Hill 
Cove,  my  good  man,"  said  I. 

"I  hear  a  voice,"  s>aid  he — "a  young  voice.  Will 
you  give  me  your  hand,  my  kind  young  friend, 
and  lead  me  in?" 

I  held  out  my  hand,  and  the  horrible,  soft- 
spoken,  eyeless  creature  gripped  it  in  a  moment 
like  a  vice.  I  was  so  much  startled  that  I  strug- 
gled to  withdraw,  but  the  blind  man  pulled  me 
close  up  to  him  with  a  single  action  of  his  arm. 

"Now,  boy,"  he  said,  "take  me  in  to  the  cap- 
tain." 

''Sir,"  said  I,  "upon  my  word  I  dare  not." 

"Oh,"  he  sneered,  "that's  it!  Take  me  in 
straight,  or  I'll  break  your  arm." 

And  he  gave  it,  as  he  spoke,  a  wrench  that 
made  me  cry  out. 

"Sir,"  said  I,  "it  is  for  yourself  I  mean.     The 


28  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

captain  is  not  what  he  used  to  be.  He  sits  with  a 
drawn  cutlass.     Another  gentleman" 

''Come,  now,  march,"  interrupted  he;  and  I 
never  heard  a  voice  so  cruel,  and  cold,  and  ugly  as 
that  blind  man's.  It  cowed  me  more  than  the 
pain;  and  I  began  to  obey  him  at  once,  walking 
straight  in  at  the  door  and  towards  the  parlor, 
where  our  sick  old  buccaneer  was  sitting,  dazed 
with  rum.  The  blind  man  clung  close  to  me. 
holding  me  in  one  iron  fist,  and  leaning  almost 
more  of  his  weight  on  me  than  I  could  carry. 
"Lead  me  straight  up  to  him;  and  when  I'm  in 
view,  cry  out,  'Here's  a  friend  for  you.  Bill.'  If 
you  don't,  I'll  do  this;"  and  with  that  he  gave  me 
a  twitch  that  I  thought  would  have  made  me  faint. 
Between  this  and  that,  I  was  so  utterly  terrified  of 
the  blind  beggar  that  I  forgot  my  terror  of  the 
captain,  and  as  I  opened  the  parlor  door,  cried  out 
the  words  he  had  ordered  in  a  trembling  voice. 

The  poor  captain  raised  his  eyes,  and  at  one 
look  the  rum  went  out  of  him,  and  left  him  star- 
ing sober.  The  expression  of  his  face  was  not  so 
much  of  terror  as  of  mortal  sickness.  He  made 
a  movement  to  rise,  but  I  do  not  believe  he  had 
enough  force  left  in  his  body. 

"Now,  Bill,  sit  where  you  are,"  said  the  beggar. 
"If  I  can't  see,  I  can  hear  a  finger  stirring.  Busi- 
ness is  business.  Hold  out  your  left  hand.  Boy. 
take  his  left  hand  by  the  wrist  and  bring  it  near  to 
my  right." 

We  both  obeyed  him  to  the  letter,  and  I  saw 
him  pass  something  from  the  hollow  of  the  hand 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  20, 

that  held  his  stick  into  the  palm  of  the  captain's, 
which  closed  upon  it  instantly. 

"And  now  that's  done,"  said  the  blind  man,  and 
at  the  words  he  suddenly  left  hold  of  me,  and,  with 
incredible  accuracy  and  nimbleness,  skipped  out 
of  the  parlor  and  into  the  road,  where,  as  I  still 
stood  motionless,  1  could  hear  his  stick  go  tap- 
tap-tapping  into  the  distance. 

It  was  some  time  before  either  I  or  the  captain 
seemed  to  gather  our  senses;  but  at  length,  and 
about  at  the  same  moment,  I  released  his  wrist, 
which  I  was  still  holding,  and  he  drew  in  his  hand 
and  looked  sharply  into  the  palm. 

"Ten  o'clock!"  he  cried.  "Six  hours.  We'll 
do  them  vet;"  and  he  sprang  to  his  feet. 

Even  as  he  did  so,  he  reeled,  put  his  hand  to  his 
throat,  stood  swaying  for  a  moment,  and  then, 
with  a  peculiar  sound,  fell  from  his  whole  height 
face  foremost  to  the  floor. 

I  ran  to  him  at  once,  calling  to  my  mother. 
But  haste  was  all  in  vain.  The  captain  had  been 
struck  dead  by  thundering  apoplexy.  It  is  a  curi- 
ous thing  to  understand,  for  I  had  certainly  never 
liked  the  man,  though  of  late  I  had  begun  to  pity 
him,  but  as  soon  as  I  saw  that  he  was  dead,  I 
burst  into  a  flood  of  tears.  It  was  the  second 
death  I  had  known,  and  the  sorrow  of  the  first 
was  still  fresh  in  my  heart. 


30  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

CHAPTER    IV. 

THE    SEA    CHEST. 

I  lost  no  time,  of  course,  in  telling  my  mother 
all  that  I  knew,  and  perhaps  should  have  told  her 
long  before,  and  we  saw  ourselves  at  once  in  a 
difficult  and  dangerous  position.  Some  of  the 
man's  money — if  he  had  any — was  certainly  due 
to  us ;  but  it  was  not  likely  that  our  captain's  ship- 
mates, above  all  the  two  specimens  seen  by  me. 
Black  Dog  and  the  blind  beggar,  would  be  in- 
clined to  give  up  their  booty  in  payment  of  the 
dead  man's  debts.  The  captain's  order  to  mount 
at  once  and  ride  for  Doctor  Livesey  would  have 
left  mv  mother  alone  and  unprotected,  which  was 
not  to  be  thought  of.  Indeed,  it  seemed  impos- 
sible for  either  of  us  to  remain  much  longer  in  the 
house;  the  fall  of  coals  in  the  kitchen  grate,  the 
very  ticking  of  the  clock,  filled  us  with  alarms. 
The  neighborhood,  to  our  ears,  seemed  haunted 
by  approaching  footsteps;  and  what  between  the 
dead  body  of  the  captain  on  the  parlor  floor,  and 
the  thought  of  that  detestable  blind  beggar  hover- 
ing near  at  hand,  and  ready  to  return,  there  were 
moments  when,  as  the  saying  goes,  I  jumped  in 
my  skin  for  terror.  Something  must  speedily  be 
resolved  upon,  and  it  occurred  to  us  at  last  to  go 
forth  together  and  seek  help  in  the  neighboring 
hamlet.    No  sooner  said  than  done.    Bare-headed 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  3 1 

as  we  were,  we  ran  out  at  once  in  the  gathering 
evening  and  the  frosty  fog. 

The  hamlet  lay  not  many  hundred  yards  away, 
though  out  of  view  on  the  other  side  of  the  next 
cove,  and  what  greatly  encouraged  me,  it  was  in 
an  opposite  direction  from  that  whence  the  blind 
man  had  made  his  appearance,  and  whither  he 
had  presumably  returned.  We  were  not  many 
minutes  on  the  road,  though  we  sometimes 
stopped  to  lay  hold  of  each  other  and  hearken. 
But  there  was  no  unusual  sound — nothing  but  the 
low  wash  of  the  ripple  and  the  croaking  of  the 
crows  in  the  wood. 

It  was  already  candle-light  when  we  reached 
the  hamlet,  and  I  shall  never  forget  how  much  I 
was  cheered  to  see  the  yellow  shine  in  doors  and 
windows ;  but  that,  as  it  proved,  was  the  best  of  the 
help  we  were  likely  to  get  in  that  quarter.  For— - 
vou  would  have  thought  men  would  have  been 
ashamed  of  themselves — no  soul  would  consent  to 
return  with  us  to  the  "Admiral  Benbow."  The 
more  we  told  of  our  troubles,  the  more — man, 
woman,  and  child — they  clung  to  the  shelter  of 
their  houses.  The  name  of  Captain  Flint,  though 
it  was  strange  to  me,  was  well  enough  known  to 
some  there,  and  carried  a  great  weight  of  terror. 
Some  of  the  men  who  had  been  to  field-work  on 
the  far  side  of  the  "Admiral  Benbow,"  remem- 
bered, besides,  to  have  seen  several  strangers  on 
the  road,  and,  taking  them  to  be  smugglers,  to 
have  bolted  away;  and  one  at  least  had  seen  a 
little  lugger  in  what  we  called  Kitt's  Hole.     For 


$2  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

that  matter,  any  one  who  was  a  comrade  of  the 
captain's  was  enough  to  frighten  them  to  death. 
And  the  short  and  the  long  of  the  matter  was,  that 
while  we  could  get  several  who  were  willing 
enough  to  ride  to  Dr.  Livesey's,  which  lay  in  an- 
other direction,  not  one  would  help  us  to  defend 
the  inn. 

They  say  cowardice  is  infectious,  but  then  argu- 
ment is,  on  the  other  hand,  a  great  emboldener; 
and  so  when  each  had  said  his  say,  my  mother 
made  them  a  speech.  She  would  not,  she  de- 
clared, lose  money  that  belonged  to  her  fatherless 
boy;  "if  none  of  the  rest  of  you  dare,"  she  said, 
"Jim  and  I  dare.  Back  we  will  go,  the  way  we 
came,  and  small  thanks  to  you  big,  hulking, 
chicken-hearted  men.  We'll  have  that  chest  open 
if  we  die  for  it.  And  I'll  thank  you  for  that  bag. 
Mrs.  Crossley,  to  bring  back  our  lawful  money 
in." 

Of  course  I  said  I  would  go  with  my  mother, 
and  of  course  they  all  cried  out  at  our  foolhardi- 
ness,  but  even  then  not  a  man  would  go  along 
with  us.  All  they  would  do  was  to  give  me  a 
laoded  pistol,  lest  we  were  attacked,  and  to  prom- 
ise to  have  horses  ready  saddled,  in  case  we  were 
pursued  on  our  return,  while  one  lad  was  to  ride 
forward  to  the  doctor's  in  search  of  armed  assist- 
ance. 

My  heart  was  beating  finely  when  we  two  set 
forth  in  the  cold  night  upon  this  dangerous  ven- 
ture. A  full  moon  was  beginning  to  rise  and 
peered  redly  through  the  upper  edges  of  the  fog, 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  33 

and  this  increased  our  haste,  for  it  was  plain,  be- 
fore we  came  forth  again,  that  all  would  be  as 
bright  as  da}',  and  our  departure  exposed  to  the 
eyes  of  any  watchers.  We  slipped  along  the 
hedges,  noiseless  and  swift,  nor  did  we  see  or  hear 
anything  to  increase  our  terrors,  till,  to  our  huge 
relief,  the  door  of  the  "Admiral  Benbow"  had 
closed  behind  us. 

I  slipped  the  bolt  at  once,  and  we  stood  and 
panted  for  a  moment  in  the  dark,  alone  in  the 
house  with  the  dead  captain's  body.  Then  my 
mother  got  a  candle  in  the  bar,  and,  holding  each 
other's  hands,  we  advanced  into  the  parlor.  He 
lay  as  we  had  left  him,  on  his  back,  with  his  eyes 
open,  and  one  arm  stretched  out. 

"Draw  down  the  blind,  Jim,"  whispered  my 
mother;  "they  might  come  and  watch  outside. 
And  now,"  said  she,  when  I  had  done  so,  "we  have 
to  get  the  key  off  that;  and  who's  to  touch  it,  I 
should  like  to  know!"  and  she  gave  a  kind  of  sob 
as  she  said  the  words. 

I  went  down  on  my  knees  at  once.  On  the 
floor  close  to  his  hand  there  was  a  little  round  of 
paper,  blackened  on  the  one  side.  I  could  not 
doubt  that  this  was  the  black  spot;  and,  taking  it 
up,  I  found  written  on  the  other  side,  in  a  very 
good,  clear  hand,  this  short  message:  "You  have 
till  ten  to-night." 

"He  had  till  ten,  mother,"  said  I,  and  just  as  I 
said  it,  our  old  clock  began  striking.  This  sud- 
den noise  startled  us  shockingly;  but  the  news 
was  good,  for  it  was  only  six. 


34  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

"Now,  Jim,"  she  said,  "that  key." 

I  felt  in  his  pockets,  one  after  another.  A  few 
small  coins,  a  thimble  and  some  thread  and  big 
needles,  a  piece  of  pigtail  tobacco  bitten  away  at 
the  end,  his  gully  with  the  crooked  handle,  a 
pocket  compass,  and  a  tinder  box,  were  all  that 
they  contained,  and  I  began  to  despair. 

.  "Perhaps  it's  round  his  neck,"  suggested  my 
mother. 

Overcoming  a  strong  repugnance,  I  tore  open 
his  shirt  at  the  neck,  and  there,  sure  enough, 
hanging  to  a  bit  of  tarry  string,  which  I  cut  with 
his  own  gully,  we  found  the  key.  At  this  triumph 
we  were  filled  with  hope,  and  hurried  upstairs 
without  delay  to  the  little  room  where  he  had  slept 
so  long,  and  where  his  box  had  stood  since  the 
day  of  his  arrival. 

It  w7as  like  any  other  seaman's  chest  on  the 
outside,  the  initial  "B."  burned  on  the  top  of  it. 
with  a  hot  iron,  and  the  corners  somewhat 
smashed  and  broken  as  by  long,  rough  usage. 

"Give  me  the  key,"  said  my  mother,  and  though 
the  lock  was  very  stiff,  she  had  turned  it  and 
thrown  back  the  lid  in  a  twinkling. 

A  strong  smell  of  tobacco  and  tar  rose  from  the 
interior,  but  nothing  was  to  be  seen  on  the  top 
except  a  suit  of  very  good  clothes,  carefully 
brushed  and  folded.  They  had  never  been  worn, 
my  mother  said.  Under  that  the  miscellany  be- 
gan— a  quadrant,  a  tin  canikin,  several  sticks  of 
tobacco,  two  brace  of  very  handsome  pistols,  a 
piece  of  bar  silver,  an  old  Spanish  watch  and  some 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  35 

other  trinkets  of  little  value  and  mostly  of  foreign 
make,  a  pair  of  compasses  mounted  with  brass, 
and  five  or  six  curious  West  Indian  shells.  It  has 
often  set  me  thinking  since  that  he  should  have 
carried  about  these  shells  with  him  in  his  wander- 
ing, guilty  and  hunted  life. 

In  the  meantime,  we  had  found  nothing  of  any 
value  but  the  silver  and  the  trinkets,  and  neither  of 
these  were  in  our  way.  Underneath  there  was  an 
old  boat-cloak,  whitened  with  sea-salt  on  many  a 
harbor-bar.  My  mother  pulled  it  up  with  impa- 
tience, and  there  lay  before  us,  the  last  things  in 
the  chest,  a  bundle  tied  up  in  oilcloth,  and  looking 
like  papers,  and  a  canvas  bag,  that  gave  forth  at 
a  touch  the  jingle  of  gold. 

"I'll  show  these  rogues  that  I'm  an  honest  wo- 
man," said  my  mother.  "I'll  have  my  dues,  and 
not  a  farthing  over.  Hold  Mrs.  Crossley's  bag." 
And  she  began  to  count  over  the  amount  of  the 
captain's  score  from  the  sailor's  bag  into  the  one 
that  I  was  holding. 

It  was  a  long,  difficult  business,  for  the  coins 
were  of  all  countries  and  sizes — doubloons  and 
louis-d'ors,  and  guineas,  and  pieces  of  eight,  and 
I  know  not  what  besides,  all  shaken  together  at 
random.  The  guineas,  too,  were  about  the 
scarcest,  and  it  was  with  these  only  that  my 
mother  knew  how  to  make  her  count. 

When  we  were  about  half  way  through,  I  sud- 
denly put  my  hand  upon  her  arm ;  for  I  had  heard 
in  the  silent,  frosty  air  a  sound  that  brought  my 
heart   into   my   mouth — the   tap-tapping   of   the 


36  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

blind  man's  stick  upon  the  frozen  road.  It  drew 
nearer  and  nearer,  while  we  sat  holding  our 
breath.  Then  it  struck  sharp  on  the  inn  door, 
and  then  we  could  hear  the  handle  being  turned, 
and  the  bolt  rattling  as  the  wretched  being  tried 
to  enter;  and  then  there  was  a  long  time  of  silence 
both  within  and  without.  At  last  the  tapping  re- 
commenced, and,  to  our  indescribable  joy  and 
gratitude,  died  slowly  away  again  until  it  ceased 
to  be  heard. 

"Mother,"  said  I,  "take  the  whole  and  let's  be 
going;"  for  I  was  sure  the  bolted  door  must  have 
seemed  suspicious,  and  would  bring  the  whole 
hornet's  nest  about  our  ears;  though  how  thank- 
ful I  was  that  I  had  bolted  it,  none  could  tell  who 
had  never  met  that  terrible  blind  man. 

But  my  mother,  frightened  as  she  was,  would 
riot  consent  to  take  a  fraction  more  than  was  due 
to  her,  and  was  obstinately  unwilling  to  be  con- 
tent with  less.  It  was  not  yet  seven,  she  said,  by 
a  long  way;  she  knew  her  rights  and  she  would 
have  them;  and  she  was  still  arguing  with  me. 
when  a  little,  low  whistle  sounded  a  good  way  off 
upon  the  hill.  That  was  enough,  and  more  than 
enough,  for  both  of  us. 

"I'll  take  what  I  have,''  she  said,  jumping  to  her 
feet. 

"And  I'll  take  this  to  square  the  count,"  said  I, 
picking  up  the  oilskin  packet. 

Next  moment  we  were  both  groping  down  stairs, 
leaving  the  candle  by  the  empty  chest;  and  the 
next  we  had  opened  the  door  and  were  in  full  re- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  37 

treat.  We  had  not  started  a  moment  too  soon. 
The  fog  was  rapidly  dispersing;  already  the  moon 
shone  quite  clear  on  the  high  ground  on  either  side,, 
and  it  was  only  in  the  exact  bottom  of  the  dell  and 
round  the  tavern  door  that  a  thin  veil  still  hung 
unbroken  to  conceal  the  first  steps  of  our  escape. 
Far  less  than  half-way  to  the  hamlet,  very  little  be- 
yond the  bottom  of  the  hill,  we  must  come  forth 
into  the  moonlight.  Nor  was  this  all;  for  the 
sound  of  several  footsteps  running  came  already 
to  our  ears,  and  as  we  looked  back  in  their  direc- 
tion a  light  tossing  to  and  fro,  and  still  rapidly  ad- 
vancing, showed  that  one  of  the  newcomers  car- 
ried a  lantern. 

"My  dear,"  said  my  mother  suddenly,  "take  the 
money  and  run  on;  I  am  going  to  faint." 

This  was  certainly  the  end  for  both  of  us,  I 
thought.  How  I  cursed  the  cowardice  of  the 
neighbors ;  how  I  blamed  my  poor  mother  for  her 
honesty  and  her  greed,  for  her  past  foolhardiness 
and  present  weakness!  We  were  just  at  the  little 
bridge,  by  good  fortune,  and  I  helped  her,  totter- 
ing as  she  was,  to  the  edge  of  the  bank,  where, 
sure  enough,  she  gave  a  sigh  and  fell  on  my  shoul- 
der. I  do  not  know  how  I  found  the  strength  to 
do  it  at  all,  and  I  am  afraid  it  was  roughly  done; 
but  I  managed  to  drag  her  down  the  bank  and  a 
little  way  under  the  arch.  Further  I  could  not 
move  her,  for  the  bridge  was  too  low  to  let  me  do 
more  than  crawl  below  it.  So  there  we  had  to 
stay — my  mother  almost  entirely  exposed,  and 
both  of  us  within  earshot  of  the  inn. 


38  TREASURE    ISLAND. 


CHAPTER   V. 

THE    LAST    OF    THE    BLIND    MAN. 

My  curiosity,  in  a  sense,  was  stronger  than  my 
fear;  for  I  could  not  remain  where  I  was,  but  crept 
back  to  the  bank  again,  whence,  sheltering  my 
head  behind  a  bush  of  broom,  I  might  command 
the  road  before  our  door.  I  was  scarcely  in  posi- 
tion ere  my  enemies  began  to  arrive,  seven  or 
eight  of  them,  running  hard,  their  feet  beating  out 
of  time  along  the  road,  and  the  man  with  the  lan- 
tern some  paces  in  front.  Three  men  ran  to- 
gether, hand  in  hand;  and  I  made  out,  even 
through  the  mist,  that  the  middle  man  of  this  trio 
was  the  blind  beggar.  The  next  moment  his 
voice  showed  me  that  I  was  right. 

"Down  with  the  door!"  he  cried. 

"Ay,  ay,  sir!"  answered  two  or  three ;  and  a  rush 
was  made  upon  the  "Admiral  Benbow,"  the  lan- 
tern bearer  following;  and  then  I  could  see  them 
pause,  and  hear  speeches  passed  in  a  lower  key, 
as  if  they  were  surprised  to  find  the  door  open. 
But  the  pause  was  brief,  for  the  blind  man  again 
issued  his  commands.  His  voice  sounded  louder 
and  higher,  as  if  he  were  afire  with  eagerness  and 
rage. 

"In!  in!  in!"  he  shouted,  and  cursed  them  for 
their  delay. 

Four  or  five  of  them  obeved  at  once,  two  re- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  39 

maining  on  the  road  with  the  formidable  beggar. 
There  was  a  pause,  then  a  cry  of  surprise,  and  then 
a  voice  shouting  from  the  house: 

"Bill's  dead!" 

But  the  blind  man  swore  at  them  again  for  their 
delay. 

"Search  him,  some  of  you  shirking  lubbers,  and 
the  rest  of  you  aloft  and  get  the  chest,"  he  cried. 

I  could  hear  their  feet  rattling  up  our  old  stairs 
so  that  the  house  must  have  shook  with  it. 
Promptly  afterwards  fresh  sounds  of  astonish- 
ment arose;  the  window  of  the  captain's  room  was 
thrown  open  with  a  slam  and  a  jingle  of  broken 
glass;  and  a  man  leaned  out  into  the  moonlight, 
head  and  shoulders,  and  addressed  the  blind  beg- 
gar on  the  road  below  him. 

"Pew,"  he  cried,  "they've  been  before  us. 
Someone's  turned  the  chest  out  alow  and  aloft." 

"Is  it  there?"  roared  Pew. 

"The  money's  there." 

The  blind  man  cursed  the  money. 

"Flint's  fist,  I  mean,"  he  cried. 

"We  don't  see  it  here  nohow,"  returned  the 
man. 

"Here,  you  below  there,  is  it  on  Bill?"  cried  the 
blind  man  again. 

At  that  another  fellow,  probably  him  who  had 
remained  below  to  search  the  captain's  body, 
came  to  the  door  of  the  inn.  "Bill's  been  over- 
hauled a'ready,"  said  he;  "nothin'  left." 

"It's  these  people  of  the  inn — it's  that  boy.  I 
wish  I  had  put  his  eyes  out!"  cried  the  blind  man, 


4-0  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Pew.  "They  were  here  no  time  ago ;  they  had  the 
door  bolted  when  I  tried  it.  Scatter,  lads,  and 
find  'em." 

"Sure  enough;  they  left  their  glim  here,"  said 
the  fellow  from  the  window. 

"Scatter  and  find  'em!  Rout  the  house  out!" 
reiterated  Pew,  striking  with  his  stick  upon  the 
road. 

Then  there  followed  a  great  to-do  through  all 
our  old  inn,  heavy  feet  pounding  to  and  fro,  fur- 
niture thrown  over,  doors  kicked  in,  until  the  very 
rocks  re-echoed,  and  the  men  came  out  again  one 
after  another  on  the  road  and  declared  that  we 
were  nowhere  to  be  found.  And  just  then  the 
same  whistle  that  had  alarmed  my  mother  and 
myself  over  the  dead  captain's  money  was  once 
more  clearly  audible  through  the  night,  but  this 
time  twice  repeated.  I  had  thought  it  to  be  the 
blind  man's  trumpet,  so  to  speak,  summoning  his 
crew  to  the  assault ;  but  I  now  found  that  it  was  a 
signal  from  the  hillside  towards  the  hamlet,  and, 
from  its  effect  upon  the  buccaneers,  a  signal  to 
warn  them  of  approaching  danger. 

"There's  Dirk  again,"  said  one.  "Twice! 
We'll  have  to  budge,  mates." 

"Budge,  you  skulk!"  cried  Pew.  "Dirk  was  a 
fool  and  coward  from  the  first — you  wouldn't 
mind  him.  They  must  be  close  by;  they  can't  be 
far;  you  have  your  hands  on  it.  Scatter  and  look 
for  them,  dogs!  Oh!  shiver  my  soul,"  he  cried; 
"if  I  had  eyes!" 

This  appeal  seemed  to  produce  some  effect,  for 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  41 

two  of  the  fellows  began  to  look  here  and  there 
among  the  lumber,  but  half-heartedly,  I  thought, 
and  with  half  an  eye  to  their  own  danger  all  the 
time,  while  the  rest  stood  irresolute  on  the  road. 

"You  have  your  hands  on  thousands,  you  fools, 
and  you  hang  a  leg!  You'd  be  as  rich  as  kings  if 
you  could  find  it,  and  you  know  it's  here,  and  you 
stand  there  malingering.  There  wasn't  one  of 
you  dared  face  Bill,  and  I  did  it — a  blind  man! 
And  I'm  to  lose  my  chance  for  you!  I'm  to  be  a 
poor,  crawling  beggar,  sponging  for  rum,  when  I 
might  be  rolling  in  a  coach !  If  you  had  the  pluck 
of  a  weevil  in  a  biscuit  you  would  catch  them 
still." 

"Hang  it,  Pew,  we've  got  the  doubloons," 
grumbled  one. 

"They  might  have  hid  the  blessed  thing,"  said 
another.  "Take  the  Georges,  Pew,  and  don't 
stand  here  squalling." 

Squalling  was  the  word  for  it,  PewT's  anger  rose 
so  high  at  these  objections;  till  at  last,  his  passion 
completely  taking  the  upper  hand,  he  struck  at 
them  right  and  left  in  his  blindness,  and  his  stick 
sounded  heavily  on  more  than  one. 

These  in  their  turn  cursed  back  at  the  blind 
miscreant,  threatened  him  in  horrid  terms,  and 
tried  in  vain  to  catch  the  stick  and  wrest  it  from 
his  grasp. 

This  quarrel  was  the  saving  of  us,  for  while  it 
was  still  raging  another  sound  came  from  the  top 
of  the  hill  on  the  side  of  the  hamlet — -a  tramp  of 
horses  galloping.     Almost  at  the  same  time  a  pis- 


42  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

tol  shot,  flash  and  report,  came  from  the  hedge 
side.  And  that  was  plainly  the  last  signal  of  dan- 
ger, for  the  buccaneers  turned  at  once  and  ran, 
separating  in  every  direction,  one  seaward  along 
the  cove,  one  slant  across  the  hill,  and  so  on,  so 
that  in  half  a  minute  not  a  sign  of  them  remained 
but  Pew.  Him  they  had  deserted,  whether  in 
sheer  panic  or  out  of  revenge  for  his  ill  words  and 
blows  I  know  not;  but  there  he  remained  behind, 
tapping  up  and  down  the  road  in  a  frenzy,  and 
groping  and  calling  for  his  comrades.  Finally  he 
took  the  wrong  turn  and  ran  a  few  steps  past  me 
towards  the  hamlet,  crying: 

"Johnny,  Black  Dog,  Dirk,"  and  other  names, 
"you  won't  leave  old  Pew,  mates — not  old  Pew!" 

Just  then  the  noise  of  horses  topped  the  rise, 
and  four  or  five  riders  came  in  sight  in  the  moon- 
light and  swept  at  full  gallop  down  the  slope. 

At  this  Pew  realized  his  error,  turned  with  a 
scream  and  ran  straight  for  the  ditch,  into  which 
he  rolled.  But  he  was  on  his  feet  again  in  a  sec- 
ond, and  made  another  dash,  now  utterly  bewil- 
dered, right  under  the  nearest  of  the  coming 
horses. 

The  rider  tried  to  save  him,  but  in  vain.  Down 
went  Pew  with  a  cry  that  rang  high  into  the  night; 
and  the  four  hoofs  trampled  and  spurned  him  and 
passed  by.  He  fell  on  his  side,  then  gently  col- 
lapsed upon  his  face,  and  moved  no  more. 

I  leaped  to  my  feet  and  hailed  the  riders.  They 
were  pulling  up,  at  any  rate,  horrified  at  the  acci- 
dent; and  I  soon  saw  what  thev  were.     One,  trail- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  43. 

ing  out  behind  the  rest,  was  a  lad  that  had  gone 
from  the  hamlet  to  Dr.  Livesey's;  the  rest  were 
revenue  officers,  whom  he  had  met  by  the  way, 
and  with  whom  he  had  had  the  intelligence  to  re- 
turn at  once.  Some  news  of  the  lugger  in  Kitt's 
Hole  had  found  its  way  to  Supervisor  Dance,  and 
set  him  forth  that  night  in  our  direction,  and  to 
that  circumstance  my  mother  and  I  owed  our 
preservation  from  death. 

Pew  was  dead,  stone  dead.  As  for  my  mother, 
when  we  had  carried  her  up  to  the  hamlet  a  little 
cold  water  and  salts  and  that  soon  brought  her 
back  again,  and  she  was  none  the  worse  for  her 
terror,  though  she  still  continued  to  deplore  the 
balance  of  the  money.  In  the  meantime  the  Su- 
pervisor rode  on,  as  fast  as  he  could,  to  Kitt's 
Hole,  but  his  men  had  to  dismount  and  grope 
down  the  dingle,  leading  and  sometimes  support- 
ing their  horses,  and  in  continual  fear  of  am- 
bushes ;  so  it  was  no  great  matter  for  surprise  that 
when  they  got  down  to  the  Hole  the  lugger  was 
already  under  way,  though  still  close  in.  He 
hailed  her.  A  voice  replied,  telling  him  to  keep 
out  of  the  moonlight  or  he  would  get  some  lead 
in  him,  and  at  the  same  time  a  bullet  whistled  close 
by  his  arm.  Soon  after  the  lugger  doubled  the 
point  and  disappeared.  Mr.  Dance  stood  there, 
as  he  said,  "like  a  fish  out  of  water,"  and  all  he 

could  do  was  to  despatch  a  man  to  B to  warn 

the  cutter.  "And  that,"  said  he,  "is  just  about  as 
good  as  nothing.  They've  got  off  clean,  and 
there's  an  end.       Only,"  he  added,  "I'm  glad  I 


44  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

trod  on  Master  Pew's  corns;"  for  by  this  time  he 
had  heard  my  story. 

I  went  back  with  him  to  the  "Admiral  Ben- 
bow,"  and  you  cannot  imagine  a  house  in  such  a 
state  of  smash;  the  very  clock  had  been  thrown 
down  by  these  fellows  in  their  furious  hunt  after 
my  mother  and  myself;  and  though  nothing  had 
actually  been  taken  away  except  the  captain's 
money-bag  and  a  little  silver  from  the  till,  I  could 
see  at  once  that  we  were  ruined.  Mr.  Dance 
could  make  nothing  of  the  scene. 

"They  got  the  money,  you  say?  Well,  then. 
Hawkins,  what  in  fortune  were  they  after?  More 
money,  I  suppose." 

"No,  sir;  not  money,  I  think,"  replied  I.  "In 
fact,  sir,  I  believe  I  have  the  thing  in  my  breast- 
pocket; and,  to  tell  you  the  truth,  I  should  like  to 
get  it  put  in  safety." 

"To  be  sure,  boy;  quite  right,"  said  he;  "I'll 
take  it,  if  you  like." 

"I  thought,  perhaps,  Dr.  Livesey" I  began. 

"Perfectly  right,"  he  interrupted,  very  cheerily. 
"Perfectly  right — a  gentleman  and  a  magistrate. 
And,  now  I  come  to  think  of  it,  I  might  as  well 
ride  round  there  myself  and  report  to  him  or 
Squire.  Master  Pew's  dead,  when  all's  done;  not 
that  I  regret  it,  but  he's  dead,  you  see,  and  people 
will  make  it  out  against  an  officer  of  His  Majesty's 
revenue,  if  make  it  out  they  can.  Now,  I'll  tell  you, 
Hawkins,  if  you  like  I'll  take  you  along." 

I  thanked  him  heartily  for  the  offer,  and  we 
walked  back  to  the  hamlet  where  the  horses  were. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  45 

By  the  time  I  had  told  mother  of  my  purpose  they 
were  all  in  the  saddle. 

"Dogger/'  said  Mr.  Dance,  "you  have  a  good 
horse;  take  up  this  lad  behind  you." 

As  soon  as  I  was  mounted,  holding  on  to  Dog- 
ger's belt,  the  Supervisor  gave  the  word  and  the 
party  struck  out  at  a  bouncing  trot  on  the  road 
to  Dr.  Livesey's  house. 


CHAPTER    VI. 

THE    CAPTAIN'S    PAPERS. 

We  rode  hard  all  the  way  till  we  drew  up  before 
Dr.  Livesey's  door.  The  house  was  all  dark  to 
the  front. 

Mr.  Dance  told  me  to  jump  down  and  knock, 
and  Dogger  gave  me  a  stirrup  to  descend  by.  The 
door  was  opened  almost  at  once  by  the  maid. 

"Is  Dr.  Livesey  in?"  I  asked. 

No,  she  said;  he  had  come  home  in  the  after- 
noon, but  had  gone  up  to  the  Hall  to  dine  and 
pass  the  evening  with  the  Squire. 

"So  there  we  go,  boys,"  said  Mr.  Dance. 

This  time,  as  the  distance  was  short,  I  did  not 
mount,  but  ran  with  Dogger's  stirrup-leather  to 
the  lodge  gates,  and  up  the  long,  leafless,  moonlit 
avenue  to  where  the  white  line  of  the  Hall  build- 
ings looked  on  either  hand  on  great  old  gardens. 
Here   Mr.   Dance  dismounted,   and,   taking  me 


46  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

along  with  him,  was  admitted  at  a  word  into  the 
house. 

The  servant  led  us  down  a  matted  passage  and 
showed  us  at  the  end  into  a  great  library,  all  lined 
with  bookcases  and  busts  upon  the  top  of  them, 
where  the  Squire  and  Dr.  Livesey  sat,  pipe  in 
hand,  on  either  side  of  a  bright  fire. 

I  had  never  seen  the  Squire  so  near  at  hand. 
He  was  a  tall  man,  over  six  feet  high,  and  broad 
in  proportion,  and  he  had  a  bluff,  rough-and- 
ready  face,  all  roughened  and  reddened  and  lined 
in  his  long  travels.  His  eyebrows  were  very 
black  and  moved  readily,  and  this  gave  him  a  look 
of  some  temper — not  bad,  you  would  say,  but 
quick  and  high. 

"Come  in,  Mr.  Dance,"  says  he,  very  stately 
and  condescending. 

"Good  evening,  Dance,"  says  the  doctor,  with 
a  nod;  "and  good  evening  to  you,  friend  Jim; 
what  good  wind  brings  you  here?" 

The  Supervisor  stood  up  straight  and  stiff,  and 
told  his  story  like  a  lesson;  and  you  should  have 
seen  how  the  two  gentlemen  leaned  forward  and 
looked  at  each  other,  and  forgot  to  smoke  in  their 
surprise  and  interest.  When  they  heard  how  my 
mother  went  back  to  the  inn  Dr.  Livesey  fairly 
slapped  his  thigh,  and  the  Squire  cried  "Bravo!" 
and  broke  his  long  pipe  against  the  grate.  Long 
before  it  was  done  Mr.  Trelawney  (that,  you  will 
remember,  was  the  Squire's  name)  had  got  up 
from  his  seat  and  was  striding  about  the  room,  and 
the  doctor,  as  if  to  hear  the  better,  had  taken  off 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  47 

his  powdered  wig,  and  sat  there,  looking  very 
strange  indeed  with  his  own  close-cropped,  black 
poll. 

At  last  Mr.  Dance  finished  the  story. 

"Mr.  Dance,"  said  the  Squire,  "you  are  a  very 
noble  fellow.  And  as  for  riding  down  that  black, 
atrocious  miscreant,  I  regard  it  as  an  act  of  virtue, 
sir,  like  stamping  on  a  cockroach.  This  lad 
Hawkins  is  a  trump,  I  perceive.  Hawkins,  will 
you  ring  that  bell?  Mr.  Dance  must  have  some 
ale." 

"And  so,  Jim,"  said  the  doctor,  "you  have  the 
thing  that  they  were  after,  have  you?" 

"Here  it  is,  sir,"  said  I,  and  gave  him  the  oil- 
skin packet. 

The  doctor  looked  it  all  over,  as  if  his  fingers 
were  itching  to  open  it;  but,  instead  of  doing  that, 
he  put  it  quietly  in  the  pocket  of  his  coat. 

"Squire,"  said  he,  "when  Dance  has  had  his  ale 
he  must,  of  course,  be  off  on  His  Majesty's  ser- 
vice; but  I  mean  to  keep  Jim  Hawkins  here  to 
sleep  at  my  house,  and,  with  your  permission,  I 
propose  we  should  have  up  the  cold  pie,  and  let 
him  sup." 

"As  you  will,  Livesey,"  said  the  Squire;  "Haw- 
kins has  earned  better  than  cold  pie." 

So  a  big  pigeon  pie  was  brought  in  and  put  on 
a  side  table,  and  I  made  a  hearty  supper,  for  I  was 
as  hungry  as  a  hawk,  while  Mr.  Dance  was  further 
complimented,  and  at  last  dismissed. 

"And  now,  Squire,"  said  the  doctor. 


48  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

"And  now,  Livesey,"  said  the  Squire,  in  the 
same  breath. 

"One  at  a  time,  one  at  a  time,"  laughed  Dr.  Liv- 
esey.    "You  have  heard  of  this  Flint,  I  suppose?" 

"Heard  of  him!"  cried  the  Squire.  "Heard  of 
him,  you  say?  He  was  the  bloodthirstiest  buc- 
caneer that  sailed.  Blackbeard  was  a  child  to 
Flint.  The  Spaniards  were  so  prodigiously  afraid 
of  him  that,  I  tell  you,  sir,  I  was  sometimes  proud 
he  was  an  Englishman.  I've  seen  his  topsails 
with  these  eyes,  off  Trinidad,  and  the  cowardly 
son  of  a  rum-puncheon  that  I  sailed  with  put  back 
— put  back,  sir,  into  Port  of  Spain." 

"Well,  I've  heard  of  him  myself  in  England," 
said  the  doctor.  "But  the  point  is,  had  he 
money?" 

"Money!"  cried  the  Squire.  "Have  you  heard 
the  story?  What  were  these  villains  after  but 
money?  What  do  they  care  for  but  money?  For 
what  would  they  risk  their  rascal  carcasses  but 
money?" 

"That  we  shall  soon  know,"  replied  the  doctor. 
"But  you  are  so  confoundedly  hot-headed  and  ex- 
clamatory that  I  cannot  get  a  word  in.  What  I 
want  to  know  is  this :  Supposing  that  I  have  here 
in  my  pocket  some  clue  to  where  Flint  buried  his 
treasure,  will  that  treasure  amount  to  much?" 

"Amount,  sir!"  cried  the  Squire.  "It  will, 
amount  to  this :  if  we  have  the  clue  y  ou  talk  about, 
I  fit  out  a  ship  in  Bristol  dock,  and  take  you  and 
Hawkins  here  along,  and  I'll  have  that  treasure  if 
I  search  a  year." 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  49 

"Very  well,"  said  the  doctor.  "Now,  then,  if 
Jim  is  agreeable,  we'll  open  the  packet;"  and  he 
laid  it  before  him  on  the  table. 

The  bundle  was  sewn  together,  and  the  doctor 
had  to  get  out  his  instrument-case  and  cut  the 
stitches  with  his  medical  scissors.  It  contained 
two  things — a  book  and  a  sealed  paper. 

"First  of  all,  we'll  try  the  book,"  observed  the 
doctor. 

The  Squire  and  I  were  both  peering  over  his 
shoulder  as  he  opened  it,  for  Dr.  Livesey  had 
kindlv  motioned  me  to  come  round  from  the  side 
table,  where  I  had  been  eating,  to  enjoy  the  sport 
of  the  search.  On  the  first  page  there  were  only 
some  scraps  of  writing,  such  as  a  man  with  a  pen 
in  his  hand  might  make  for  idleness  or  practice. 
One  was  the  same  as  the  tattoo  mark,  "Billy 
Bones  his  fancy;"  then  there  was  "Mr.  W.  Bones, 
mate."  "No  more  rum."  "Off  Palm  Key  he  got 
itt,"  and  some  other  snatches,  mostly  single  words 
and  unintelligible.  I  could  not  help  wondering 
who  it  was  that  had  "got  itt,"  and  what  "itt"  was 
that  he  got.     A  knife  in  his  back,  as  like  as  not. 

"Not  much  instruction  there,"  said  Dr.  Livesey, 
as  he  passed  on. 

The  next  ten  or  twelve  pages  were  filled  with  a 
curious  series  of  entries.  There  was  a  date  at  one 
end  of  the  line  and  at  the  other  a  sum  of  money, 
as  in  common  account  books;  but  instead  of  ex- 
planatory writing  only  a  varying  number  of 
crosses  between  the  two.  On  the  12th  of  June, 
1745,  for  instance,  a  sum  of  seventy  pounds  had 


50  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

plainly  become  clue  to  someone,  and  there  was 
nothing  but  six  crosses  to  explain  the  cause.  In 
a  few  cases,  to  be  sure,  the  name  of  a  place  would 
be  added,  as  "Offe  Caraccas,"  or  a  mere  entry  of 
latitude  and  longitude,  as  "62  deg.  17  min.  20  sec, 
19  degf.  2  min.  40  sec." 

The  record  lasted  over  nearly  twenty  years,  the 
amount  of  the  separate  entries  growing  larger  as 
time  went  on,  and  at  the  end  a  grand  total  had 
been  made  out  after  five  or  six  wrong  additions, 
and  these  words  appended:  "Bones,  his  pile." 

"I  can't  make  head  or  tail  of  this,"  said  Dr.  Liv- 
esey. 

"The  thing  is  as  clear  as  noonday,"  cried  the 
Squire.  "This  is  the  black-hearted  hound's  ac- 
count book.  These  crosses  stand  for  the  names 
of  ships  or  towns  that  they  sank  or  plundered. 
The  sums  are  the  scoundrel's  share,  and  where  he 
feared  an  ambiguity,  you  see  he  added  something 
clearer.  'Offe  Caraccas,'  now;  you  see,  here  was 
some  unhappy  vessel  boarded  off  that  coast.  God 
help  the  poor  souls  that  manned  her — coral  long 
ago." 

"Right!"  said  the  doctor.  "See  what  it  is  to  be 
a  traveller.  Right!  And  the  amounts  increase, 
you  see,  as  he  rose  in  rank." 

There  was  little  else  in  the  volume  but  a  few 
bearings  of  places  noted  in  the  blank  leaves 
towards  the  end,  and  a  table  for  reducing  French, 
English,  and  Spanish  moneys  to  a  common 
value. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  51 

"Thrifty  man!"  cried  the  doctor.  "He  wasn't 
the  one  to  be  cheated." 

"And  now,"  said  the  Squire,  "for  the  other." 

The  paper  had  been  sealed  in  several  places 
with  a  thimble  by  way  of  seal — the  very  thimble, 
perhaps,  that  I  had  found  in  the  captain's  pocket. 
The  doctor  opened  the  seals  with  great  care,  and 
there  fell  out  the  map  of  an  island,  with  latitude 
and  longitude,  soundings,  names  of  hills,  and 
bays  and  inlets,  and  every  particular  that  would 
be  needed  to  bring  a  ship  to  a  safe  anchorage 
upon  its  shores.  It  was  about  nine  miles  long 
and  five  across,  shaped,  you  might  say,  like  a  fat 
dragon  standing  up,  and  had  two  fine  land-locked 
harbors,  and  a  hill  in  the  centre  part  marked  "The 
Spyglass."  There  were  several  additions  of  a 
later  date,  but,  above  all,  three  crosses  of  red  ink — 
two  on  the  north  part  of  the  island,  one  in  the 
southwest,  and,  besides  this  last,  in  the  same  red 
ink,  and  in  a  small  neat  hand,  very  different  from 
the  captain's  tottery  characters,  these  words: 
"Bulk  of  treasure  here." 

Over  on  the  back  the  same  hand  had  written 
this  further  information: 

"Tall  tree.  Spy-glass  shoulder,  bearing  a  point  to  the 
N.  of  N.N.E. 

"Skeleton  Island  E.S.E.  and  by  E. 

"Ten  feet. 

"The  bar  silver  is  in  the  north  cache;  you  can  find  it  by 
the  trend  of  the  east  hummock,  ten  fathoms  south  of  the 
black  crag  with  the  face  on  it. 

"The  arms  are  easy  found,  in  the  sand  hill,  N.  point  of 
north  inlet  cape,  bearingE.  and  a  quarter  N.  J.  F." 


$2  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

That  was  all;  but,  brief  as  it  was,  and  to  me  in- 
comprehensible, it  filled  the  Squire  and  Dr.  Liv- 
esey  with  delight. 

"Livesey,"  said  the  Squire,  "you  will  give  up 
this  wretched  practice  at  once.  To-morrow  I 
start  for  Bristol.  In  three  weeks'  time — three 
weeks! — two  weeks — ten  days — we'll  have  the 
best  ship,  sir,  and  the  choicest  crew  in  England. 
Hawkins  shall  come  as  cabin  boy.  You'll  make 
a  famous  cabin  boy,  Hawkins.  You,  Livesey, 
are  ship's  doctor;  I  am  admiral.  We'll  take  Red- 
ruth, Joyce  and  Hunter.  We'll  have  favorable 
winds,  a  quick  passage,  and  not  the  least  difficulty 
in  finding  the  spot,  and  money  to  eat — to  roll  in — 
to  play  duck  and  drake  with  ever  after." 

"Trelawney,"  said  the  doctor,  "I'll  go  with  you; 
and,  I'll  go  bail  for  it,  so  will  Jim,  and  be  a  credit 
to  the  undertaking.  There's  only  one  man  I'm 
afraid  of." 

"And  who's  that?"  cried  the  Squire.  "Name 
the  dog,  sir!" 

"You,"  replied  the  doctor;  "for  you  cannot  hold 
your  tongue.  We  are  not  the  only  men  who 
know  of  this  paper.  These  fellows  who  attacked 
the  inn  to-night — bold,  desperate  blades,  for  sure 
— and  the  rest  who  stayed  aboard  that  lugger,  and 
more,  I  dare  say,  not  far  off,  are  one  and  all. 
through  thick  and  thin,  bound  that  they'll  get  that 
money.  We  must  none  of  us  go  alone  till  we  get 
to  sea.  Jim  and  I  shall  stick  together  in  the 
meanwhile;  you'll  take  Joyce  and  Hunter  when 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  53 

you  ride  to  Bristol,  and,  from  first  to  last,  not  one 
of  us  must  breathe  a  word  of  what  we've  found." 

"Livesey,"  returned  the  Squire,  "you  are  always 
in  the  right  of  it.     I'll  be  as  silent  as  the  grave." 


54  TREASURE    ISLAND. 


PART   II. 

THE  SEA  COOK. 
CHAPTER   VII. 

I    GO    TO    BRISTOL. 

It  was  longer  than  the  Squire  imagined  ere  we 
were  ready  for  the  sea,  and  none  of  our  first  plans 
— not  even  Dr.  Livesey's  of  keeping  me  beside 
him — could  be  carried  out  as  we  intended.  The 
doctor  had  to  go  to  London  for  a  physician  to 
take  charge  of  his  practice,  the  Squire  was  hard  at 
work  at  Bristol,  and  I  lived  at  the  Hall  under  the 
charge  of  old  Redruth,  the  gamekeeper,  almost  a 
prisoner,  but  full  of  sea  dreams  and  the  most 
charming  anticipations  of  strange  islands  and  ad- 
ventures. I  brooded  by  the  hour  together  over 
the  map,  all  the  details  of  which  I  well  remem- 
bered. Sitting  by  the  fire  in  the  housekeeper's 
room,  I  approached  that  island  in  my  fancy  from 
every  possible  direction;  I  explored  every  acre  of 
its  surface;  I  climbed  a  thousand  times  to  that  tall 
hill  they  call  the  Spyglass,  and  from  the  top  en- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  55 

joyed  the  most  wonderful  and  changing  prospects. 
Sometimes  the  isle  was  thick  with  savages,  with 
whom  we  fought;  sometimes  full  of  dangerous 
animals  that  hunted  us;  but  in  all  my  fancies 
nothing  occurred  to  me  so  strange  and  tragic  as 
our  actual  adventures. 

So  the  weeks  passed  on,  till  one  fine  day  there 
came  a  letter  addressed  to  Dr.  Livesey,  with  this 
addition:  "To  be  opened,  in  the  case  of  his  ab- 
sence, by  Tom  Redruth,  or  young  Hawkins." 
Obeying  this  order,  we  found — or  rather  I  found, 
for  the  gamekeeper  was  a  poor  hand  at  reading 
anything  but  print — the  following  important 
news: 

"Old  Anchor  Inn,  Bristol,  March  i,  17 — . 

"Dear  Livesey — As  I  do  not  know  whether  you  are 
at  the  Hall  or  still  in  London,  I  send  this  in  double  to 
both  places. 

"The  ship  is  bought  and  fitted.  She  lies  at  anchor, 
ready  for  sea.  You  never  imagined  a  sweeter  schooner 
— a  child  might  sail  her — two  hundred  tons;  name,  His- 
paniola. 

"I  got  her  through  my  old  friend,  Blandly,  who  has 
proved  himself  throughout  the  most  surprising  trump. 
The  admirable  fellow  literally  slaved  in  my  interest,  and 
so,  I  may  say,  did  every  one  in  Bristol,  as  soon  as  they 
got  wind  of  the  port  we  sailed  for — treasure,  I  mean." 

"Redruth,"  said  I,  interrupting  the  letter,  "Dr. 
Livesey  will  not  like  that.  The  Squire  has  been 
talking,  after  all." 

"Well,  who's  a  better  right?"  growled  the 
gamekeeper.  "A  pretty  rum  go  if  Squire  ain't  to 
talk  for  Dr.  Livesey,  I  should  think." 


$6  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

At  that  I  gave  up  all  attempt  at  commentary, 
and  read  straight  on: 

"Blandly  himself  found  the  Hispaniola,  and  by  the 
most  admirable  management  got  her  for  the  merest 
trifle.  There  is  a  class  of  men  in  Bristol  monstrously 
prejudiced  against  Blandly.  They  go  the  length  of  de- 
claring that  this  honest  creature  would  do  anything  for 
money,  that  the  Hispaniola  belonged  to  him,  and  that  he 
sold  it  to  me  absurdly  high — the  most  transparent  cal- 
umnies. None  of  them  dare,  however,  to  deny  the  mer- 
its of  the  ship. 

''So  far  there  was  not  a  hitch.  The  workpeople,  to  be 
sure — riggers  and  what  not — were  most  annoyingly 
slow;  but  time  cured  that.  It  was  the  crew  that  troubled 
me. 

"I  wished  a  round  score  of  men — in  case  of  natives, 
buccaneers,  or  the  odious  French — and  I  had  the  worry 
of  the  deuce  itself  to  find  so  much  as  half  a  dozen,  till 
the  most  remarkable  stroke  of  fortune  brought  me  the 
very  man  that  I  required. 

"I  was  standing  on  the  dock,  when,  by  the  merest  acci- 
dent, I  fell  in  talk  with  him.  I  found  he  was  an  old 
sailor,  kept  a  public-house,  knew  all  the  seafaring  men 
in  Bristol,  had  lost  his  health  ashore,  and  wanted  a  good 
berth  as  cook  to  get  to  sea  again.  He  had  hobbled  down 
there  that  morning,  he  said,  to  get  a  smell  of  the  salt. 

"I  was  monstrously  touched — so  would  you  have  been 
— and,  out  of  pure  pity,  I  engaged  him  on  the  spot  to  be 
ship's  cook.  Long  John  Silver,  he  is  called,  and  has  lost 
a  leg;  but  that  I  regarded  as  a  recommendation,  since  he 
lost  it  in  his  country's  service,  under  the  immortal 
Hawke.  He  has  no  pension,  Livesey.  Imagine  the 
abominable  age  we  live  in! 

"Well,  sir,  I  thought  I  had  only  found  a  cook,  but  it 
was  a  crew  I  had  discovered.  Between  Silver  and  my- 
self we  got  together  in  a  few  days  a  company  of  the 
toughest  old  salts  imaginable — not  pretty  to  look  at,  but 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  57 

fellows,  by  their  faces,  of  the  most  indomitable  spirit.  I 
declare  we  could  light  a  frigate. 

"Long  John  even  got  rid  of  two  out  of  the  six  or  seven 
I  had  already  engaged.  He  showed  me  in  a  moment 
that  they  were  just  the  sort  of  fresh  water  swabs  we  had 
to  fear  in  an  adventure  of  importance. 

"I  am  in  the  most  magnificent  health  and  spirits,  eating 
like  a  bull,  sleeping  like  a  tree,  yet  I  shall  not  enjoy  a 
moment  till  I  hear  my  old  tarpaulins  tramping  round  the 
capstan.  Seaward  ho!  Hang  the  treasure!  It's  the 
glory  of  the  sea  that  has  turned  my  head.  So  now, 
Livesey,  come  post;  do  not  lose  an  hour,  if  you  respect 
me. 

"Let  young  Hawkins  go  at  once  to  see  his  mother, 
with  Redruth  for  a  guard;  and  then  both  come  full  speed 
to  Bristol.  John  Trelawney. 

"Postscript — I  did  not  tell  you  that  Blandly,  who,  by 
the  way,  is  to  send  a  consort  after  us  if  we  don't  turn  up 
by  the  end  of  August,  had  found  an  admirable  fellow  for 
sailing  master — a  stiff  man,  which  I  regret,  but,  in  all 
other  respects,  a  treasure.  Long  John  Silver  unearthed 
a  very  competent  man  for  a  mate,  a  man  named  Arrow. 
I  have  a  boatswain  who  pipes,  Livesey;  so  things  shall 
go  man-o'-war  fashion  on  board  the  good  ship  His- 
paniola. 

"I  forgot  to  tell  you  that  Silver  is  a  man  of  substance; 
I  know  of  my  own  knowledge  that  he  has  a  banker's 
account,  which  has  never  been  overdrawn.  He  leaves 
his  wife  to  manage  the  inn;  and  as  she  is  a  woman  of 
color,  a  pair  of  old  bachelors  like  you  and  I  may  be  ex- 
cused for  guessing  that  it  is  the  wife,  quite  as  much  as 
the  health,  that  sends  him  back  to  roving.  J.  T. 

"P.  P.  S. — Hawkins  may  stay  one  night  with  his 
mother.  J.  T." 


You  can  fancy  the  excitement  into  which  that 
letter  put  me.     I  was  half  beside  myself  with  glee. 


58  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

and  if  ever  I  despised  a  man  it  was  old  Tom  Red- 
ruth, who  could  do  nothing  but  grumble  and  la- 
ment. Any  of  the  under-gamekeepers  would 
gladly  have  changed  places  with  him;  but  such 
was  not  the  Squire's  pleasure,  and  the  Squire's 
pleasure  was  like  law  among  them  all.  Nobody 
but  old  Redruth  would  have  dared  so  much  as 
even  to  grumble. 

The  next  morning  he  and  I  set  out  on  foot  for 
the  "Admiral  Benbow,"  and  there  I  found  my 
mother  in  good  health  and  spirits.  The  captain, 
who  had  so  long  been  a  cause  of  so  much  discom- 
fort, was  gone  where  the  wicked  cease  from  trou- 
bling. The  Squire  had  had  everything  repaired, 
and  the  public  rooms  and  the  sign  repainted,  and 
had  added  some  furniture — above  all  a  beautiful 
armchair  for  mother  in  the  bar.  He  had  found 
her  a  boy  as  an  apprentice  also,  so  that  she  should 
not  want  help  while  I  was  gone. 

It  was  on  seeing  that  boy  that  I  understood,  for 
the  first  time,  my  situation.  I  had  thought  up  to 
that  moment  of  the  adventures  before  me,  not  at 
all  of  the  home  I  was  leaving;  and  now,  at  sight 
of  this  clumsy  stranger,  who  was  to  stay  here  in 
my  place  beside  my  mother,  I  had  my  first  attack 
of  tears*  I  am  afraid  I  led  that  boy  a  dog's  life ; 
for,  as  he  was  new  to  the  work,  I  had  a  hundred 
opportunities  of  setting  him  right  and  putting  him 
down,  and  I  was  not  slow  to  profit  by  them. 

The  night  passed,  and  the  next  day,  after  din- 
ner, Redruth  and  I  were  afoot  again  and  on  the 
road.     I  said  good-bye  to  mother  and  the  cove 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  59 

where  I  had  lived  since  I  was  born,  and  the  dear 
old  "Admiral  Benbow" — since  he  was  repainted 
no  longer  quite  so  dear.  One  of  my  last  thoughts 
was  of  the  captain,  who  had  so  often  strode  along 
the  beach  with  his  cocked  hat,  his  sabre-cut  cheek 
and  his  old  brass  telescope.  Next  moment  we 
had  turned  the  corner,  and  my  home  was  out  of 
sight. 

The  mail  picked  us  up  about  dusk  at  the 
"Royal  George"  on  the  heath.  I  was  wedged  in 
between  Redruth  and  a  stout  old  gentleman,  and 
in  spite  of  the  swift  motion  and  the  cold  night  air, 
I  must  have  dozed  a  great  deal  from  the  very  first, 
and  then  slept  like  a  log  up  hill  and  down  dale 
through  stage  after  stage;  for  when  I  was  awak- 
ened at  last  it  was  by  a  punch  in  the  ribs,  and  I 
opened  my  eyes  to  find  that  we  were  standing  still 
before  a  large  building  in  a  city  street,  and  that 
the  day  had  already  broken  a  long  time. 

"Where  are  we?"  I  asked. 

"Bristol,"  said  Tom.     "Get  down." 

Mr.  Trelawney  had  taken  up  his  residence  at  an 
inn  far  down  the  docks,  to  superintend  the  work 
upon  the  schooner.  Thither  we  had  now  to  walk, 
and  our  way,  to  my  great  delight,  lay  along  the 
quays  and  beside  the  great  multitude  of  ships  of 
all  sizes  and  rigs  and  nations.  In  one  sailors 
were  singing  at  their  work;  in  another  there  were 
men  aloft,  high  over  my  head,  hanging  to  threads 
that  seemed  no  thicker  than  a  spider's.  Though 
I  had  lived  by  the  shore  all  my  life,  I  seemed  never 
to  have  been  near  the  sea  till  then.     The  smell  of 


60  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

tar  and  salt  was  something  new.  I  saw  the  most 
wonderful  figureheads,  that  had  all  been  far  over 
the  ocean.  I  saw,  besides,  many  old  sailors,  with 
rings  in  their  ears,  and  whiskers  curled  in  ringlets 
and  tarry  pigtails,  and  their  swaggering,  clumsy 
sea-walk;  and  if  I  had  seen  as  many  kings  or  arch- 
bishops I  could  not  have  been  more  delighted. 

And  I  was  going  to  sea  myself;  to  sea  in  a 
schooner,  with  a  piping  boatswain,  and  pig-tailed, 
singing  seamen;  to  sea,  bound  for  an  unknown 
island,  and  to  seek  for  buried  treasures! 

While  I  was  still  in  this  delightful  dream  we 
came  suddenly  in  front  of  a  large  inn  and  met 
Squire  Trelawney,  all  dressed  out  like  a  sea-offi- 
cer, in  stout  blue  cloth,  coming  out  of  the  door 
with  a  smile  on  his  face  and  a  capital  imitation  of 
a  sailor's  walk. 

"Here  you  are,'1  he  cried,  "and  the  doctor  came 
last  night  from  London.  Bravo!  the  ship's  com- 
pany complete!" 

"Oh,  sir!"  cried  I;  "when  do  we  sail?" 

"Sail!"  says  he.     "We  sail  to-morrow!" 


CHAPTER    VIII. 

AT   THE    SIGN    OF    THE    "SPY-GLASS." 

When  I  had  done  breakfasting  the  Squire  gave 
me  a  note  addressed  to  John  Silver,  at  the  sign  of 
the  "Spy-glass,"  and  told  me  I  could  easily  find 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  6l 

the  place  by  following  the  line  of  the  docks,  and 
keeping  a  bright  lookout  for  a  little  tavern  with  a 
large  brass  telescope  for  a  sign.  I  set  off,  over- 
joyed at  this  opportunity  to  see  some  more  of  the 
ships  and  seamen,  and  picked  my  way  among  a 
great  cowd  of  people  and  carts  and  bales,  for  the 
dock  was  now  at  its  busiest,  until  I  found  the  tav- 
ern in  question. 

It  was  a  bright  enough  little  place  of  entertain- 
ment. The  sign  was  newly  painted ;  the  windows 
had  neat  red  curtains;  the  floor  was  cleanly 
sanded.  There  was  a  street  on  either  side,  and  an 
open  door  on  both,  which  made  the  large,  low 
room  pretty  clear  to  see  in,  in  spite  of  clouds  ot 
tobacco  smoke. 

The  customers  were  mostly  seafaring  men ;  and 
they  talked  so  loudly  that  I  hung  at  the  door, 
almost  afraid  to  enter. 

As  I  was  waiting  a  man  came  out  of  a  side 
room,  and  at  a  glance  I  was  sure  he  must  be  Long 
John.  His  left  leg  was  cut  off  close  by  the  hip, 
and  under  the  left  shoulder  he  carried  a  crutch, 
which  he  managed  with  wonderful  dexterity, 
hopping  about  upon  it  like  a  bird.  He  was  very 
tall  and  strong,  with  a  face  as  bi£  as  a  ham — plain 
and  pale,  but  intelligent  and  smiling.  Indeed,  he 
seemed  in  the  most  cheerful  spirits,  whistling  as 
he  moved  about  among  the  tables,  with  a  merry 
word  or  a  slap  on  the  shoulder  for  the  more  fav- 
ored of  his  guests. 

Now,  to  tell  you  the  truth,  from  the  very  first 
mention  of  Long  John  in  Squire  Trelawney's  let' 


62  TREASURE   ISLAND. 

ter,  I  had  taken  a  fear  in  my  mind  that  he  might 
prove  to  be  the  very  one-legged  sailor  whom  I 
had  watched  for  so  long  at  the  old  "Benbow." 
But  one  look  at  the  man  before  me  was  enough.  I 
had  seen  the  captain,  and  Black  Dog,  and  Pew, 
and  I  thought  I  knew  what  a  buccaneer  was  like — 
a  very  different  creature,  according  to  me,  from 
this  clean  and  pleasant-tempered  landlord. 

I  plucked  up  courage  at  once,  crossed  the 
threshold,  and  walked  right  up  to  the  man  where 
he  stood,  propped  on  his  crutch,  talking  to  a  cus- 
tomer. 

"Mr.  Silver,  sir?"  I  asked,  holding  out  the  note. 

"Yes,  my  lad,"  said  he;  "such  is  my  name,  to 
be  sure.  And  who  may  you  be?"And  then  as  he 
saw  the  Squire's  letter  he  seemed  to  me  to  give 
something  almost  like  a  start. 

"Oh !"  said  he,  quite  loud,  and  offering  his  hand, 
"I  see.  You  are  our  new  cabin  boy;  pleased  I  am 
to  see  you." 

And  he  took  my  hand  in  his  large,  firm  grasp. 

Just  then  one  of  the  customers  at  the  far  side 
rose  suddenly  and  made  for  the  door.  It  was 
close  by  him,  and  he  was  out  in  the  street  in  a  mo- 
ment. But  his  hurry  had  attracted  my  notice, 
and  I  recognized  him  at  a  glance.  It  was  the 
tallow-faced  man,  wanting  two  fingers,  who  had 
come  first  to  the  "Admiral  Benbow." 

"Oh!"  I  cried,  "stop  him!  it's  Black  Dog!" 

"I  don't  care  two  coppers  who  he  is,"  cried  Sil- 
ver. "But  he  hasn't  paid  his  score.  Harry,  run 
and  catch  him." 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  63 

One  of  the  others  who  was  nearest  the  door 
leaped  up  and  started  in  pursuit. 

"If  he  were  Admiral  Hawke  he  shall  pay  his 
score,"  cried  Silver;  and  then,  relinquishing  my 
hand — "Who  did  you  say  he  was?"  he  asked. 
Black  what?" 

"Dog,  sir,"  said  I.  "Has  Mr.  Trelawney  not 
told  you  of  the  buccaneers?  He  was  one  of 
them." 

"So?"  cried  Silver.  "In  my  house!  Ben,  run 
and  help  Harry.  One  of  those  swabs,  was  he? 
Was  that  you  drinking  with  him,  Morgan?  Step 
up  here." 

The  man  whom  he  called  Morgan — an  old, 
gray-haired,  mahogany-faced  sailor — came  for^ 
ward  pretty  sheepishly,  rolling  his  quid. 

"Now,  Morgan,"  said  Long  John',  very  sternly, 
"you  never  clapped  your  eyes  on  that  Black — 
Black  Dog  before,  did  you,  now?" 

"Not  I,  sir,"  said  Morgan,  with  a  salute. 

"You  didn't  know  his  name,  did  you?" 

"No,  sir." 

"By  the  powers,  Tom  Morgan,  it's  as  good  for 
you!"  exclaimed  the  landlord.  "If  you  had  been 
mixed  up  with  the  like  of  that  you  would  never 
have  put  another  foot  in  my  house,  you  may  lay 
to  that.     And  what  was  he  saying  to  you?" 

"I  don't  rightly  know,  sir,"  answered  Morgan. 

"Do  you  call  that  a  head  on  your  shoulders,  or 
a  blessed  dead-eye?"  cried  Long  John.  "Don't 
rightly  know,  don't  you?  Perhaps  you  don't 
happen  to  rightly  know  who  you  was  speaking  to, 


64  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

perhaps?       Come,  now,  what  was  he  jawing — 
v'yages,  cap'ns,  ships?     Pipe  up!     What  was  it?" 

"We  was  a-talkin'  of  keel-hauling,"  answered 
Morgan. 

"Keel-hauling,  was  you?  And  a  mighty  suita- 
ble thing,  too,  and  you  may  lay  to  that.  Get  back 
to  your  place  for  a  lubber,  Tom." 

And  then,  as  Morgan  rolled  back  to  his  seat, 
Silver  added  to  me  in  a  confidential  whisper  that 
was  very  flattering,  as  I  thought : 

"He's  quite  an  honest  man,  Tom  Morgan,  on'y 
stupid.  And  now,"  he  ran  on  again,  aloud,  "let's 
see — Black  Dog?  No,  I  don't  know  the  name, 
not  I.  Yet  I  kind  of  think  I've — yes,  I've  seen 
the  swab.  He  used  to  come  here  with  a  blind 
beggar,  he  used." 

"That  he  did,  you  may  be  sure,"  said  I.  "1 
knew  that  blind  man,  too.     His  name  was  Pew." 

"It  was!"  cried  Silver,  now  quite  excited. 
"Pew!  That  were  his  name  for  certain.  Ah,  he 
looked  a  shark,  he  did!  If  we  run  down  this 
Black  Dog,  now,  there'll  be  news  for  Cap'n  Tre- 
lawney!  Ben's  a  good  runner;  few  seamen  run 
better  than  Ben.  He  should  run  him  down,  hand 
over  hand,  by  the  powers!  He  talked  o'  keel- 
hauling, did  he?     I'll  keel-haul  him!" 

All  the  time  he  was  jerking  out  these  phrases  he 
was  stumping  up  and  down  the  tavern  on  his 
crutch,  slapping  tables  with  his  hand,  and  giving 
such  a  show  of  excitement  as  would  have  con- 
vinced an  Old  Bailey  judge  or  a  Bow  Street 
runner.     My  suspicions  had  been  thoroughly  re- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  65 

awakened  on  finding  Black  Dog  at  the  "Spy- 
glass," and  I  watched  the  cook  narrowly.  But  he 
was  too  deep,  and  too  ready,  and  too  clever  for 
me,  and  by  the  time  the  two  men  had  come  back 
out  of  breath,  and  confessed  that  they  nad  lost  the 
track  in  a  crowd,  and  been  scolded  like  thieves,  I 
would  have  gone  bail  for  the  innocence  of  Long 
John  Silver. 

"See  here,  now,  Hawkins,"  said  he,  "here's  a 
blessed  hard  thing  on  a  man  like  me,  now,  ain't 
it?  There's  Cap'n  Trelawney — what's  he  to  think? 
Here  I  have  this  confounded  son  of  a  Dutchman 
sitting  in  my  own  house,  drinking  of  my  own 
rum!  Here  you  comes  and  tells  me  of  it  plain; 
and  here  I  let  him  give  us  all  the  slip  before  my 
blessed  dead-lights!  Now,  Hawkins,  you  do  me 
justice  with  the  cap'n.  You're  a  lad,  you  are,  but 
you're  as  smart  as  paint.  I  see  that  when  you 
first  came  in.  Now,  here  it  is:  What  could  I  do, 
with  this  old  timber  I  hobble  on?  When  I  was  an 
A  B  master  mariner  I'd  have  come  up  alongside 
of  him,  hand  over  hand,  and  broached  him  to  in  a 
brace  of  old  shakes,  I  would;  but  now" 

And  then,  all  of  a  sudden,  he  stopped,  and  his 
jaw  dropped,  as  though  he  had  remembered  some- 
thing. 

"The  score!"  he  burst  out.  "Three  goes  o* 
rum!  Why,  shiver  my  timbers,  if  I  hadn't  for- 
gotten my  score!" 

And,  falling  on  a  bench,  he  laughed  until  the 
tears  ran  down  his  cheeks.     I  could  not  help  join- 


66  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

ing;  and  we  laughed  together,  peal  after  peal,  until 
the  tavern  rang  again. 

"Why,  what  a  precious  old  sea-calf  I  am!"  he 
said,  at  last,  wiping  his  cheeks.  "You  and  me 
should  get  on  well,  Hawkins,  for  I'll  take  my  davy 
I  should  be  rated  ship's  boy.  But,  come,  now, 
stand  by  to  go  about.  This  won't  do.  Dooty  is 
dooty,  messmates.  I'll  put  on  my  old  cocked  hat, 
and  step  along  of  you  to  Cap'n  Trelawney,  and 
report  this  here  affair.  For,  mind  you,  it's  seri- 
ous, young  Hawkins;  and  neither  you  nor  me's 
come  out  of  it  with  what  I  should  make  so  bold  as 
to  call  credit.  Nor  you  neither,  says  you;  not 
smart — none  of  the  pair  of  us  smart.  But  dash 
my  buttons!  that  was  a  good  'un  about  my  score.', 

And  he  began  to  laugh  again,  and  that  so  hear- 
tily, that  though  I  did  not  see  the  joke  as  he  did,  I 
was  again  obliged  to  join  him  in  his  mirth. 

On  our  little  walk  along  the  quays,  he  made 
himself  the  most  interesting  companion,  telling 
me  about  the  different  ships  that  we  passed  by, 
their  rig,  tonnage,  and  nationality,  explaining  the 
work  that  was  going  forward — how  one  was  dis- 
charging, another  taking  in  cargo,  and  a  third 
making  ready  for  sea;  and  every  now  and  then 
telling  me  some  little  anecdote  of  ships  or  sea- 
men, or  repeating  a  nautical  phrase  till  I  had 
learned  it  perfectly.  I  began  to  see  that  here  was 
one  of  the  best  possible  shipmates. 

When  we  got  to  the  inn,  the  Squire  and  Dr. 
Livesey  were  seated  together,  finishing  a  quart  of 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  6j 

ale  with  a  toast  in  it,  before  they  should  go  aboard 
the  schooner  on  a  visit  of  inspection. 

Long  John  told  the  story  from  first  to  last,  with 
a  great  deal  of  spirit  and  the  most  perfect  truth. 
"That  was  how  it  were,  now,  weren't  it,  Haw- 
kins?" he  would  say,  now  and  again,  and  I  could 
always  bear  him  entirely  out. 

The  two  gentlemen  regretted  that  Black  Dog 
had  got  away ;  but  we  all  agreed  there  was  nothing 
to  be  done,  and  after  he  had  been  complimented, 
Long  John  took  up  his  crutch  and  departed. 

"All  hands  aboard  by  four  this  afternoon," 
shouted  the  Squire  after  him. 

"Ay,  ay,  sir,"  cried  the  cook,  in  the  passage. 

"Well,  Squire,"  said  Dr.  Livesey,  "I  don't  put 
much  faith  in  your  discoveries,  as  a  general  thing; 
but  I  will  say  this,  John  Silver  suits  me." 

"The  man's  a  perfect  trump,"  declared  the 
Squire. 

"And  now,"  added  the  doctor,  "Jim  may  come 
on  board  with  us,  may  he  not?" 

"To  be  sure  he  may,"  says  Squire.  "Take  your 
hat,  Hawkins,  and  we'll  see  the  ship.,, 


CHAPTER    IX. 

POWDER   AND   ARMS. 

The  Hispaniola  lay  some  way  out,  and  we  went 
under  the  figureheads  and  round  the  sterns  of 


68  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

many  other  ships,  and  their  cables  sometimes 
grated  underneath  our  keel,  and  sometimes  swung 
above  us.  At  last,  however,  we  got  alongside, 
and  were  met  and  saluted  as  we  stepped  aboard  by 
the  mate,  Mr.  Arrow,  a  brown  old  sailor,  with  ear- 
rings in  his  ears  and  a  squint.  He  and  the  Squire 
were  very  thick  and  friendly,  but  I  soon  observed 
that  things  were  not  the  same  between  Mr.  Tre- 
lawney  and  the  captain. 

This  last  was  a  sharp-looking  man,  who  seemed 
angry  with  everything  on  board,  and  was  soon  to 
tell  us  why,  for  we  had  hardly  got  down  into  the 
cabin  when  a  sailor  followed  us. 

"Captain  Smollett,  sir,  axing  to  speak  with 
you,"  said  he. 

"I  am  always  at  the  captain's  orders.  Show 
him  in,"  said  the  Squire. 

The  captain,  wTho  wras  close  behind  his  messen- 
ger, entered  at  once,  and  shut  the  door  behind 
him. 

"Well,  Captain  Smollett,  what  have  you  to  say? 
All  well,  I  hope;  all  shipshape  and  seaworthy?" 

"Well,  sir,"  said  the  captain,  "better  speak  plain, 
I  believe,  even  at  the  risk  of  offence.  I  don't  like 
this  cruise;  I  don't  like  the  men;  and  I  don't  like 
my  officer.     That's  short  and  sweet." 

"Perhaps,  sir,  you  don't  like  the  ship?"  inquired 
the  Squire,  very  angry,  as  I  could  see. 

"I  can't  speak  as  to  that,  sir,  not  having  seen 
her  tried,"  said  the  captain.  "She  seems  a  clever 
craft;  more  I  can't  say." 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  69 

"Possibly,  sir,  you  may  not  like  your  employer, 
either?"  says  the  Squire. 

But  here  Dr.  Livesey  cut  in. 

"Stay  a  bit,"  said  he,  "stay  a  bit.  No  use  of 
such  questions  as  that  but  to  produce  ill-feeling. 
The  captain  has  said  too  much  or  he  has  said  too 
little,  and  I'm  bound  to  say  that  I  require  an  ex- 
planation of  his  words.  You  don't,  you  say,  like 
this  cruise.     Now,  why?" 

"I  was  engaged,  sir,  on  what  we  call  sealed 
orders,  to  sail  this  ship  for  that  gentleman  where 
he  should  bid  me,"  said  the  captain.  "So  far  so 
good.  But  now  I  find  that  every  man  before  the 
mast  knows  more  than  I  do.  I  don't  call  that  fair, 
now,  do  you?" 

"No,"  said  Dr.  Livesey,  "I  don't." 

"Next,"  said  the  captain,  "I  learn  we  are  going 
after  treasure — hear  it  from  my  own  hands,  mind 
you.  Now,  treasure  is  ticklish  work;  I  don't  like 
treasure  voyages  on  any  account;  and  I  don't  like 
them,  above  all,  when  they  are  secret,  and  when 
(begging  your  pardon,  Mr.  Trelawney)  the  secret 
has  been  told  to  the  parrot." 

"Silver's  parrot?"  asked  the  squire. 

"It's  a  way  of  speaking,"  said  the  captain. 
"Blabbed,  I  mean.  It's  my  belief  neither  of  you 
gentlemen  know  what  you  are  about;  but  I'll  tell 
you  my  way  of  it — life  or  death,  and  a  close  run." 

"That  is  all  clear,  and,  I  daresay,  true  enough," 
replied  Dr.  Livesev.  "We  take  the  risk;  but  we 
are  not  so  ignorant  as  you  believe  us.     Next,  you 


JO  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

say  you  don't  like  the  crew.  Are  they  not  good 
seamen?" 

"I  don't  like  them,  sir,"  returned  Captain  Smol- 
lett. "And  I  think  I  should  have  had  the  choos- 
ing of  my  own  hands,  if  you  go  to  that." 

"Perhaps  you  should,"  replied  the  doctor.  "My 
friend  should,  perhaps,  have  taken  you  along  with 
him;  but  the  slight,  if  there  be  one,  was  uninten- 
tional.    And  you  don't  like  Mr.  Arrow?" 

"I  don't,  sir.  I  believe  he's  a  good  seaman;  but 
he's  too  free  with  the  crew  to  be  a  good  officer. 
A  mate  should  keep  himself  to  himself — shouldn't 
drink  with  the  men  before  the  mast!" 

"Do  you  mean  he  drinks?"  cried  the  squire. 

"No,  sir,"  replied  the  captain;  "only  that  he's 
too  familiar." 

"Well,  now,  and  the  short  and  long  of  it,  cap- 
tain?" asked  the  doctor.  "Tell  us  what  you  want." 

"Well,  gentlemen,  are  you  determined  to  go  on 
this  cruise?" 

"Like  iron,"  answered  the  Squire. 

"Very  good,"  said  the  captain.  "Then,  as  you've 
heard  me  very  patiently,  saying  things  that  I  could 
not  prove,  hear  me  a  few  words  more.  They  are 
putting  the  powder  and  arms  in  the  fore  hold. 
Now,  you  have  a  good  place  under  the  cabin;  why 
not  put  them  there? — first  point.  Then  you  are 
bringing  four  of  your  own  people  with  you,  and 
they  tell  me  some  of  them  are  to  be  berthed  for- 
ward. WThy  not  give  them  the  berths  here  beside 
the  cabin? — second  point." 

"Any  more?"  asked  Mr.  Trelawney. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  J\ 

"One  more,"  said  the  captain.  "There's  been 
too  much  blabbing  already." 

"Far  too  much,"  agreed  the  doctor. 

"Ill  tell  you  what  I've  heard  myself,"  continued 
Captain  Smollett:  "that  you  have  a  map  of  an 
island;  that  there's  crosses  on  the  map  to  show 

where  treasure  is;  and  that  the  island  lies" 

And  then  he*  named  the  latitude  and  longitude 
exactly. 

"I  never  told  that,"  cried  the  Squire,  "to  a 
soul!" 

"The  hands  know  it,  sir,"  returned  the  captain. 

"Livesey,  that  must  have  been  you  or  Haw- 
kins," cried  the  Squire. 

"It  doesn't  much  matter  who  it  was,"  replied  the 
doctor.  And  I  could  see  that  neither  he  nor  the 
captain  paid  much  regard  to  Mr.  Trelawney's  pro- 
testations. Neither  did  I,  to  be  sure,  he  was  so 
loose  a  talker;  yet  in  this  case  I  believe  he  was 
really  right,  and  that  nobody  had  told  the  situation 
of  the  island. 

"Well,  gentlemen,"  continued  the  captain,  "I 
don't  know  who  has  this  map;  but  I  make  it  a 
point,  it  shall  be  kept  secret  even  from  me  and 
Mr.  Arrow.  Otherwise  I  would  ask  you  to  let 
me  resign." 

"I  see,"  said  the  doctor.  "You  wish  us  to  keep 
this  matter  dark,  and  to  make  a  garrison  of  the 
stern  part  of  the  ship,  manned  with  my  friend's 
own  people,  and  provided  with  all  the  arms  and 
powder  on  board.  In  other  words,  you  fear  a 
mutiny." 


72  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

''Sir,"  said  Captain  Smollett,  "with  no  intention 
to  take  offence,  I  deny  your  right  to  put  words 
into  my  mouth.  No  captain,  sir,  would  be  justi- 
fied in  going  to  sea  at  all  if  he  had  ground  enough 
to  say  that.  As  for  Mr.  Arrow,  I  believe  him 
thoroughly  honest;  some  of  the  men  are  the  same; 
all  may  be  for  what  I  know.  But  I  am  responsible 
for  the  ship's  safety  and  the  life  of  every  man  Jack 
aboard  of  her.  I  see  things  going,  as  I  think,  not 
quite  right.  And  1  ask  you  to  take  certain  pre- 
cautions, or  let  me  resign  my  berth.  And  that's 
all." 

"Captain  Smollett,"  began  the  doctor,  with  a 
smile,  "did  ever  you  hear  the  fable  of  the  moun- 
tain and  the  mouse?  You'll  excuse  me,  I  daresay, 
but  you  remind  me  of  that  fable.  When  you  came 
in  here  I'll  stake  my  wig  you  meant  more  than 
this." 

"Doctor,"  said  the  captain,  "you  are  smart. 
When  I  came  in  here  I  mean  to  get  discharged. 
I  had  no  thought  that  Mr.  Trelawney  would  hear 
a  word." 

"No  more  I  would,"  cried  the  Squire.  "Had 
Livesey  not  been  here  I  should  have  seen  you  to 
the  deuce.  As  it  is,  I  have  heard  you.  I  will  do 
as  you  desire;  but  I  think  the  worse  of  you." 

"That's  as  you  please,  sir,"  said  the  captain. 
"You'll  find  I  do  my  duty." 

And  with  that  he  took  his  leave. 

"Trelawney,"  said  the  doctor,  "contrary  to  all 
my  notions,  I  believe  you  have  managed  to  get 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  73 

two  honest  men  on  board  with  you — that  man  and 
John  Silver." 

"Silver,  if  you  like,"  cried  the  Squire;  "but  as 
for  that  intolerable  humbug,  I  declare  I  think  his 
conduct  unmanly,  nnsailorly,  and  downright  un- 
English." 

"Well,"  says  the  doctor,  "we  shall  see." 

When  we  came  on  deck,  the  men  had  begun 
already  to  take  out  the  arms  and  powder,  yo-ho- 
ing  at  their  work,  while  the  captain  and  Mr.  Ar- 
row stood  by  superintending. 

The  new  arrangement  was  quite  to  my  liking. 
The  whole  schooner  had  been  overhauled;  six 
berths  had  been  made  astern,  out  of  what  had  been 
the  after-part  of  the  main  hold;  and  this  set  of 
cabins  was  only  joined  to  the  galley  and  forecastle 
by  a  sparred  passage  on  the  port  side.  It  had 
been  originally  meant  that  the  captain,  Mr.  Arrow, 
Hunter,  Joyce,  the  doctor  and  the  Squire  were  to 
occupy  these  six  berths.  Now,  Redruth  and  I 
were  to  get  two  of  them,  and  Mr.  Arrow  and  the 
captain  were  to  sleep  on  deck  in  the  companion, 
which  had  been  enlarged  on  each  side  till  you 
might  almost  have  called  it  a  round-house.  Very 
low  it  was  still,  of  course;  but  there  was  room  to 
swing  two  hammocks,  and  even  the  mate  seemed 
pleased  with  the  arrangement.  Even  he,  per- 
haps, had  been  doubtful  as  to  the  crew,  but  that  is 
only  guess;  for,  as  you  shall  hear,  we  had  not  long 
the  benefit  of  his  opinion. 

We  were  all  hard  at  work,  changing  the  powder 
and  the  berths,  when  the  last  man  or  two,  and 


74  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Long  John  along  with  them,  came  off  in  a  shore- 
boat. 

The  cook  came  up  the  side  like  a  monkey  for 
cleverness,  and,  as  soon  as  he  saw  what  was  doing, 
"So  ho,  mates!"  says  he,  "what's  this?" 

"We're  a-changing  of  the  powder,  Jack,"  an- 
swers one. 

"Why,  by  the  powers,"  cried  Long  John,  "if  we 
do,  we'll  miss  the  morning  tide!" 

"My  orders!"  said  the  captain  shortly.  "You 
may  go  below,  my  man.  Hands  will  want  sup- 
per." 

"Ay,  ay,  sir,"  answered  the  cook;  and,  touching 
his  forelock,  he  disappeared  at  once  in  the  direc- 
tion of  his  galley. 

"That's  a  good  man,  captain,"  said  the  doctor. 

"Very  likely,  sir,"  replied  Captain  Smollett. 
"Easy  with  that,  men — easy,"  he  ran  on,  to  the 
fellows  who  were  shifting  the  powder;  and  then 
suddenly  observing  me  examining  the  swivel  we 
carried  amidships,  a  long  brass  nine: — "Here,  you 
ship's  boy,"  he  cried,  "out  o'  that!  Off  with  you 
to  the  cook  and  get  some  work." 

And  then,  as  I  was  hurrying  off,  I  heard  him 
say,  quite  loudly,  to  the  doctor: 

"I'll  have  no  favorites  on  my  ship." 

I  assure  you  I  was  quite  of  the  Squire's  way  of 
thinking,  and  hated  the  captain  deeply. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  75 

CHAPTER    X. 

THE    VOYAGE. 

All  that  night  we  were  in  a  great  bustle  getting 
things  stowed  in  their  place,  and  boatfuls  of  the 
Squire's  friends,  Mr.  Blandly  and  the  like,  coming 
off  to  wish  him  a  good  voyage  and  a  safe  return. 
We  never  had  a  night  at  the  "Admiral  Benbow" 
when  I  had  half  the  work;  and  I  was  dog-tired 
when,  a  little  before  dawn,  the  boatswain  sounded 
his  pipe,  and  the  crew  began  to  man  the  capstan- 
bars.  I  might  have  been  twice  as  weary,  yet  I 
would  not  have  left  the  deck ;  all  was  so  new  and 
interesting  to  me — the  brief  commands,  the  shrill 
note  of  the  whistle,  the  men  bustling  to  their 
places  in  the  glimmer  of  the  ship's  lanterns. 

"Now,  Barbecue,  tip  us  a  stave,"  cried  one 
voice. 

"The  old  one,"  cried  another. 

"Ay,  ay,  mates,"  said  Long  John,  who  was 
standing  by,  with  his  crutch  under  his  arm,  and  at 
once  broke  out  in  the  air  and  words  I  knew  so 
well — 

"Fifteen  men  on  the  dead  man's  chest" — 

And  then  the  whole  crew  bore  chorus: — 

"Yo-ho-ho.  and  a  bottle  of  rum!" 


j6  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

and  at  the  third  "ho!"  drove  the  bars  before  them 
with  a  will. 

Even  at  that  exciting  moment  it  carried  me 
back  to  the  old  " Admiral  Benbow"  in  a  second; 
and  I  seemed  to  hear  the  voice  of  the  captain  pip- 
ing in  the  chorus.  But  soon  the  anchor  was  short 
up;  soon  it  was  hanging  dripping  at  the  bows; 
soon  the  sails  began  to  draw,  and  the  land  and 
shipping  to  flit  by  on  either  side;  and  before  I 
could  lie  down  to  snatch  an  hour  of  slumber  the 
Hispaniola  had  begun  her  voyage  to  the  Isle  of 
Treasure. 

I  am  not  going  to  relate  that  voyage  in  detail. 
It  was  fairly  prosperous.  The  ship  proved  to  be 
a  good  ship,  the  crew  were  capable  seamen,  and 
the  captain  thoroughly  understood  his  business. 
But  before  we  came  the  length  of  Treasure  Island 
two  or  three  things  had  happened  which  require 
to  be  known. 

Mr.  Arrow,  first  of  all,  turned  out  even  worse 
than  the  captain  had  feared.  He  had  no  com- 
mand among  the  men,  and  people  did  what  they 
pleased  with  him.  But  that  was  by  no  means  the 
worst  of  it ;  for  after  a  day  or  two  at  sea  he  began 
to  appear  on  deck  with  hazy  eye,  red  cheeks,  stut- 
tering tongue,  and  other  marks  of  drunkenness. 
Time  after  time  he  was  ordered  below  in  disgrace. 
Sometimes  he  fell  and  cut  himself;  sometimes  he 
lay  all  day  long  in  his  little  bunk  at  one  side  of  the 
companion;  sometimes  for  a  day  or  two  he  would 
be  almost  sober  and  attend  to  his  work  at  least 
passably. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  J*J 

In  the  meantime,  we  could  never  make  out 
where  he  got  the  drink.  That  was  the  ship's  mys- 
tery. Watch  him  as  we  pleased,  we  could  do 
nothing  to  solve  it;  and  when  we  asked  him  to  his 
face,  he  would  only  laugh,  if  he  were  drunk,  and  if 
he  were  sober,  deny  solemnly  that  he  ever  tasted 
anything  but  water. 

He  was  not  only  useless  as  an  officer,  and  a  bad 
influence  amongst  the  men,  but  it  was  plain  that  at 
this  rate  he  must  soon  kill  himself  outright;  so 
nobody  was  much  surprised,  nor  very  sorry,  when 
one  dark  night,  with  a  head  sea,., he  disappeared 
entirely  and  was  seen  no  more. 

"Overboard!"  said  the  captain.  "Well,  gentle- 
men, that  saves  the  trouble  of  putting  him  in 
irons." 

But  there  we  were,  without  a  mate;  and  it  was 
necessary,  of  course,  to  advance  one  of  the  men. 
The  boatswain,  Job  Anderson,  was  the  likeliest 
man  aboard,  and,  though  he  kept  his  old  title,  he 
served  in  a  way  as  mate.  Mr.  Trelawney  had  fol- 
lowed the  sea,  and  his  knowledge  made  him  very 
useful,  for  he  often  took  a  watch  himself  in  easy 
weather.  And  the  coxswain,  Israel  Hands,  was 
a  careful,  wily,  old,  experienced  seaman,  who 
could  be  trusted  at  a  pinch  with  almost  anything. 

He  was  a  great  confidant  of  Long  John  Silver, 
and  so  the  mention  of  his  name  leads  me  on  to 
speak  of  our  ship's  cook,  Barbecue,  as  the  men 
called  him. 

Aboard  ship  he  carried  his  crutch  by  a  lanyard 
round  his  neck,  to  have  both  hands  as  free  as  pos- 


78  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

sible.  It  was  something  to  see  him  wedge  the 
foot  of  the  crutch  against  a  bulkhead,  and. 
propped  against  it,  yielding  to  every  movement  of 
the  ship,  get  on  with  his  cooking  like  some  one 
safe  ashore.  Still  more  strange  was  it  to  see  him 
in  the  heaviest  of  weather  cross  the  deck.  He  had 
a  line  or  two  rigged  up  to  help  him  across  the 
widest  spaces — Long  John's  ear-rings,  they  were 
called;  and  he  would  hand  himself  from  one  place 
to  another,  now  using  the  crutch,  now  trailing  it 
alongside  by  the  lanyard,  as  quickly  as  another 
man  could  walk.  Yet  some  of  the  men  who  had 
sailed  with  him  before  expressed  their  pity  to  see 
him  so  reduced. 

"He's  no  common  man,  Barbecue,"  said  the 
coxswain  to  me.  "He  had  good  schooling  in  his 
young  days,  and  can  speak  like  a  book  when  so 
minded;  and  brave — a  lion's  nothing  alongside  of 
Long  John!  I  seen  him  grapple  four,  and  knock 
their  heads  together — him  unarmed." 

All  the  crew  respected  and  even  obeyed  him. 
He  had  a  way  of  talking  to  each,  and  doing  every- 
body some  particular  service.  To  me  he  was  un- 
weariedly  kind;  and  always  glad  to  see  me  in 
his  galley,  which  he  kept  as  clean  as  a  new  pin; 
the  dishes  hanging  up  burnished,  and  his  parrot 
in  a  cage  in  one  corner. 

"Come  away,  Hawkins,"  he  would  say;  "come 
and  have  a  yarn  with  John.  Nobody  more  wel- 
come than  yourself,  my  son.  Sit  you  down  and 
hear  the  news.  Here's  Cap'n  Flint — I  calls  my 
parrot  Cap'n  Flint,  after  the  famous  buccaneer — 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  79 

here's    Cap'n    Flint    predicting    success    to    our 
Vyage.     Wasn't  you,  cap'n?" 

And  the  parrot  would  say,  with  great  rapidity, 
"Pieces  of  eight!  pieces  of  eight!  pieces  of  eight!" 
till  you  wondered  that  it  was  not  out  of  breath,  or 
till  John  threw  his  handkerchief  over  the  cage. 

''Now,  that  bird,"  he  would  say,  "is,  may  be, 
two  hundred  years  old,  Hawkins — they  lives  for 
ever,  mostly;  and  if  any  body's  seen  more  wicked- 
ness, it  must  be  the  devil  himself.  She's  sailed 
with  England,  the  great  Cap'n  England,  the 
pirate.  She's  been  at  Madagascar,  and  at  Mala- 
bar, and  Surinam,  and  Providence,  and  Porto- 
bello.  She  was  at  the  fishing  up  of  the  wrecked 
plate  ships.  It's  there  she  learned  'Pieces  of 
eight,'  and  little  wonder;  three  hundred  and  fifty 
thousand  of  'em,  Hawkins!  She  was  at  the  board- 
ing of  the  Viceroy  of  the  Indies  out  of  Goa,  she 
was ;  and  to  look  at  her  you  would  think  she  was  a 
babby.  But  you  smelt  powder — didn't  you, 
cap'n?" 

"Stand  by  to  go  about,"  the  parrot  would 
scream. 

"Ah,  she's  a  handsome  craft,  she  is,"  the  cook 
would  say,  and  give  her  sugar  from  his  pocket, 
and  then  the  bird  would  peck  at  the  bars  and 
swear  straight  on,  passing  belief  for  wickedness. 
"There,"  John  would  add,  "you  can't  touch  pitch 
and  not  be  mucked,  lad.  Here's  this  poor  old  in- 
nocent bird  o'  mine  swearing  blue  fire,  and  none 
the  wiser,  you  may  lay  to  that.  She  would  swear 
the  same,  in  a  manner  of  speaking,  before  chap- 


80  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

lain."  And  John  would  touch  his  forelock  with  a 
solemn  way  he  had,  that  made  me  think  he  was 
the  best  of  men. 

In  the  meantime,  Squire  and  Captain  Smollett 
were  still  on  pretty  distant  terms  with  one  an- 
other. The  Squire  made  no  bones  about  the  mat- 
ter; he  despised  the  captain.  The  captain,  on  his 
part,  never  spoke  but  when  he  was  spoken  to,  and 
then  sharp  and  short  and  dry,  and  not  a  word 
wasted.  He  owned,  when  driven  into  a  corner, 
that  he  seemed  to  have  been  wrong  about  the 
crew,  that  some  of  them  were  as  brisk  as  he 
wanted  to  see,  and  all  had  behaved  fairly  well.  As 
for  the  ship,  he  had  taken  a  downright  fancy  to 
her.  "She'll  lie  a  point  nearer  the  wind  than  a 
man  has  a  right  to  expect  of  his  own  married  wife, 
sir.  But,"  he  would  add,  "all  I  say  is  we're  not 
home  again,  and  I  don't  like  the  cruise." 

The  Squire,  at  this,  would  turn  away  and  march 
up  and  down  the  deck,  chin  in  air. 

"A  trifle  more  of  that  man,"  he  would  say,  "and 
I  should  explode." 

We  had  some  heavy  weather,  which  only  proved 
the  qualities  of  the  Hispaniola.  Every  man  on 
board  seemed  well  content,  and  they  must  have 
been  hard  to  please  if  they  had  been  otherwise;  for 
it  is  my  belief  there  was  never  a  ship's  company  so 
spoiled  since  Noah  put  to  sea.  Double  grog  was 
going  on  the  least  excuse;  there  was  duff  on  odd 
days,  as,  for  instance,  if  the  Squire  heard  it  was 
any  man's  birth  Jay;  and  always  a  barred  of  apples 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  8l 

standing  broached  in  the  waist,  for  any  one  to  help 
himself  that  had  a  fancy. 

"Never  knew  good  come  of  it  yet,"  the  captain 
said  to  Dr.  Livesey.  "Spoil  foc's'le  hands,  make 
devils.     That's  my  belief." 

But  good  did  come  of  the  apple  barrel,  as  you 
shall  hear;  for  if  it  had  not  been  for  that,  we  should 
have  had  no  note  of  warning,  and  might  all  have 
perished  by  the  hand  of  treachery. 

This  was  how  it  came  about. 

We  had  run  up  the  trades  to  get  the  wind  of  the 
island  we  were  after — I  am  not  allowed  to  be  more 
plain — and  now  we  were  running  down  for  it  with 
a  bright  lookout  day  and  night.  It  was  about  the 
last  day  of  our  outward  voyage,  by  the  largest 
computation;  some  time  that  night,  or,  at  latest, 
before  noon  of  the  morrow,  we  should  sight  the 
Treasure  Island.  We  were  heading  S.S.W.,  and 
had  a  steady  breeze  abeam  and  a  quiet  sea.  The 
Hispaniola  rolled  steadily,  dipping  her  bowsprit 
now  and  then  with  a  whiff  of  spray.  All  was 
drawing  alow  and  aloft;  every  one  was  in  the 
bravest  spirits,  because  we  were  now  so  near  an 
end  of  the  first  part  of  our  adventure. 

Now,  just  after  sundown,  when  all  my  work 
was  over,  and  I  was  on  my  way  to  my  berth,  it 
occurred  to  me  that  I  should  like  an  apple.  I  ran 
on  deck.  The  watch  was  all  forward  looking  out 
for  the  island.  The  man  at  the  helm  was  watch- 
ing the  luff  of  the  sail,  and  whistling  away  gently 
to  himself;  and  that  was  the  only  sound  excepting 


S2  TREASURE   ISLAND. 

the  swish  of  the  sea  against  the  bows  and  around 
the  sides  of  the  ship. 

In  I  got  bodily  into  the  apple  barrel,  and  found 
there  was  scarce  an  apple  left;  but,  sitting  down 
there  in  the  dark,  what  with  the  sound  of  the 
waters  and  the  rocking  movement  of  the  ship,  I 
had  either  fallen  asleep,  or  was  on  the  point  of 
doing  so,  when  a  heavy  man  sat  down  with  rather 
a  clash  close  by.  The  barrel  shook  as  he  leaned 
his  shoulders  against  it,  and  I  was  just  about  to 
jump  up  when  the  man  began  to  speak.  It  was 
Silver's  voice,  and,  before  I  had  heard  a  dozen 
words,  I  would  not  have  shown  myself  for  all  the 
world,  but  lay  there,  trembling  and  listening,  in 
the  extreme  of  fear  and  curiosity;  for  from  these 
dozen  words  I  understood  that  the  lives  of  all 
the  honest  men  aboard  depended  upon  me  alone. 


CHAPTER    XL 

WHAT    I    HEARD    IN    THE    APPLE    BARREL. 

"No,  not  I,"  said  Silver.  "Flint  was  cap'n;  I 
was  quartermaster,  along  of  my  timber  leg.  The 
same  broadside  I  lost  my  leg,  old  Pew  lost  his 
deadlights.  It  was  a  master  surgeon,  him  that 
ampytated  me — out  of  college  and  all — Latin  by 
the  bucket,  and  what  not;  but  he  was  hanged  like 
a  dog,  and  sun-dried  like  the  rest,  at  Corso  Castle. 
That  was  Roberts'  men,  that  was,  and  corned  of 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  83 

changing  names  to  their  ships — Royal  Fortune 
and  so  on.  Now,  what  a  ship  was  christened,  so 
let  her  stay,  I  says.  So  it  was  with  the  Cassandra, 
as  brought  us  all  safe  home  from  Malabar,  after 
England  took  the  Viceroy  of  the  Indies;  so  it  was 
with  the  old  Walrus,  Flint's  old  ship,  as  I've  seen 
a-muck  with  the  red  blood  and  fit  to  sink  with 
gold." 

"Ah!"  cried  another  voice,  that  of  the  youngest 
hand  on  board,  and  evidently  full  of  admiration, 
"he  was  the  flower  of  the  flock,  was  Flint!" 

"Davis  was  a  man,  too,  by  all  accounts,"  said 
Silver.  "I  never  sailed  along  of  him;  first  with 
England,  then  with  Flint,  that's  my  story;  and 
now  here  on  my  own  account,  in  a  manner  of 
speaking.  I  laid  by  nine  hundred  safe,  from  Eng- 
land, and  two  thousand  after  Flint.  That  ain't 
bad  for  a  man  before  the  mast — all  safe  in  bank. 
Tain't  earning  now,  it's  saving  does  it,  you  may 
lay  to  that.  Where's  all  England's  men  now?  I 
dunno.  Where's  Flint's?  Why,  most  on  'em 
aboard  here,  and  glad  to  get  the  duff — been  beg- 
ging before  that,  some  on  'em.  Old  Pew,  as  had 
lost  his  sight,  and  might  have  thought  shame, 
spends  twelve  hundred  pound  in  a  year,  like  a  lord 
in  Parliament.  Where  is  he  now?  Well,  he's 
dead  now  and  under  hatches;  but  for  two  year 
before  that,  shiver  my  timbers !  the  man  was  starv- 
ing. He  begged,  and  he  stole,  and  he  cut  throats, 
and  starved  at  that,  by  the  powers!" 

"Well,  it  ain't  much  use,  after  all,"  said  the 
young  seaman. 


84  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

"Tain't  much  use  for  fools,  you  may  lay  to  it — 
that,  nor  nothing,"  cried  Silver.  "But  now,  you 
look  here;  you're  young,  you  are,  but  you're  as 
smart  as  paint.  I  see  that  when  I  set  my  eyes  on 
you,  and  I'll  talk  to  you  like  a  man." 

You  may  imagine  how  I  felt  when  I  heard  this 
abominable  old  rogue  addressing  another  in  the 
very  same  words  of  flattery  as  he  had  used  to  my- 
self. I  think,  if  I  had  been  able,  that  I  would  have 
killed  him  through  the  barrel.  Meantime,  he  ran 
on,  little  supposing  he  was  overheard. 

"Here  it  is  about  gentlemen  of  fortune.  They 
lives  rough,  and  they  risk  swinging,  but  they  eat 
and  drink  like  fighting-cocks,  and  when  a  cruise 
is  done,  why,  it's  hundreds  of  pounds  instead  of 
hundreds  of  farthings  in  their  pockets.  Now,  the 
most  goes  for  rum  and  a  good  fling,  and  to  sea 
again  in  their  shirts.  But  that's  not  the  course  I 
lay.  I  puts  it  all  away;  some  here,  some  there, 
and  none  too  much  anywheres,  by  reason  of  sus- 
picion. I'm  fifty,  mark  you;  once  back  from  this 
cruise,  I  set  up  gentleman  in  earnest.  Time 
enough,  too,  says  you.  Ah,  but  I've  lived  easy  in 
the  meantime;  never  denied  myself  o'  nothing 
heart  desires,  and  slep'  soft  and  ate  dainty  all  my 
days,  but  when  at  sea.  And  how  did  I  begin? 
Before  the  mast,  like  you!" 

"Well,"  said  the  other,  "but  all  the  other 
money's  gone  now,  ain't  it?  You  daren't  show 
face  in  Bristol  after  this." 

"Why,  where  might  you  suppose  it  was?"  asked 
Silver,  derisively. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  85 

"At  Bristol,  in  banks  and  places/'  answered  his 
companion. 

"It  were,"  said  the  cook;  "it  were  when  we 
weighed  anchor.  But  my  old  missis  has  it  all  by 
now.  And  the  'Spy-glass'  is  sold,  lease  and  good- 
will and  rigging;  and  the  old  girl's  off  to  meet 
me.  I  would  tell  you  where,  for  I  trust  you;  but 
it  'ud  make  jealousy  among  the  mates." 

"And  can  you  trust  your  missis?"  asked  the 
other. 

"Gentlemen  of  fortune,"  returned  the  cook, 
"usually  trusts  little  among  themselves,  and  right 
they  are,  you  may  lay  to  it.  But  I  have  a  way 
with  me,  I  have.  When  a  mate  brings  a  slip  on 
his  cable — one  as  knows  me,  I  mean — it  won't  be 
in  the  same  world  with  old  John.  There  was 
some  that  was  feared  of  Pew,  and  some  that  was 
feared  of  Flint;  but  Flint  his  own  self  was  feared 
of  me.  Feared  he  was,  and  proud.  They  was  the 
roughest  crew  afloat,  was  Flint's;  the  devil  him- 
self would  have  been  feared  to  go  to  sea  with 
them.  Well,  now,  I  tell  you,  I'm  not  a  boasting 
man,  and  you  seen  yourself  how  easy  I  keep  com- 
pany ;  but  when  I  was  quartermaster,  lambs  wasn't 
the  word  for  Flint's  old  buccaneers.  Ah,  you 
may  be  sure  of  yourself  in  old  John's  ship." 
,  "Wrell,  I  tell  you  now,"  replied  the  lad,  "I  didn't 
half  a  quarter  like  the  job  till  I  had  this  talk  with 
you,  John;  but  there's  my  hand  on  it  now." 

"And  a  brave  lad  you  were,  and  smart,  too," 
answered  Silver,  shaking  hands  so  heartily  that  all 


86  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

the  barrel  shook,  "and  a  finer  figurehead  for  a  gen- 
tleman of  fortune  I  never  clapped  my  eyes  on." 

By  this  time  I  had  begun  to  understand  the 
meaning  of  their  terms.  By  a  "gentleman  of  for- 
tune" they  plainly  meant  neither  more  nor  less 
than  a  common  pirate,  and  the  little  scene  that  I 
had  overheard  was  the  last  act  in  the  corruption  of 
one  of  the  honest  hands — perhaps  the  last  one  left 
aboard.  But  on  this  point  I  was  soon  to  be  re- 
lieved, for  Silver  giving  a  little  whistle,  a  third  man 
strolled  up  and  sat  down  by  the  party. 

"Dick's  square,"  said  Silver. 

"Oh,  I  know'd  Dick  was  square,"  returned  the 
voice  of  the  coxswain,  Israel  Hands.  "He's  no 
fool,  is  Dick."  And  he  turned  his  quid  and  spat. 
"But,  look  here,"  he  went  on,  "here's  what  I  want 
to  know,  Barbecue ;  how  long  are  we  a-going  to 
stand  off  and  on  like  a  blessed  bumboat?  I've 
had  a'most  enough  o'  Cap'n  Smollett;  he's  hazed 
me  long  enough,  by  thunder!  I  want  to  go  into 
that  cabin,  I  do.  I  want  their  pickles  and  wines, 
and  that." 

"Israel,"  said  Silver,  "your  head  ain't  much  ac- 
count, nor  ever  was.  But  you're  able  to  hear,  I 
reckon ;  leastways,  your  ears  is  big  enough.  Now, 
here's  what  I  say;  you'll  berth  forward,  and  you'll 
live  hard,  and  you'll  speak  soft,  and  you'll  keep 
sober,  till  I  give  the  word;  and  you  may  lay  to 
that,  my  son." 

"Well,  I  don't  say  no,  do  I?"  growled  the  cox- 
swain. "What  I  say  is,  when?  That's  what  I 
say." 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  87 

"When!  by  the  powers!"  cried  Silver.  "Well, 
now,  if  you  want  to  know,  I'll  tell  you  when.  The 
last  moment  I  can  manage;  and  that's  when. 
Here's  a  first-rate  seaman,  Cap'n  Smollett,  sails 
the  blessed  ship  for  us.  Here's  the  Squire  and 
doctor  with  a  map  and  such — I  don't  know  where 
it  is,  do  I?  No  more  do  you,  says  you.  Well, 
then,  I  mean  this  Squire  and  doctor  shall  find  the 
stuff,  and  help  us  to  get  it  aboard,  by  the  powers. 
Then  we'll  see.  If  I  was  sure  of  you  all,  sons  of 
double  Dutchmen,  I'd  have  Cap'n  Smollett  navi- 
gate us  half-way  back  again  before  I  struck." 

"Why,  we're  all  seamen  aboard  here,  I  should 
think,"  said  the  lad  Dick. 

"We're  all  foc's'le  hands,  you  mean,"  snapped 
Silver.  "We  can  steer  a  course,  but  who's  to  set 
one?  That's  what  all  you  gentlemen  split  on  first 
and  last.  If  I  had  my  way,  I'd  have  Cap'n  Smol- 
lett work  us  back  into  the  trades  at  least;  then 
we'd  have  no  blessed  miscalculations  and  a  spoon- 
ful of  water  a  day.  But  I  know  the  sort  you  are. 
I'll  finish  with  'em  at  the  island,  as  soon's  the 
blunt's  on  board,  and  a  pity  it  is.  But  you're 
never  happy  till  you're  drunk.  Split  my  sides, 
I've  a  sick  heart  to  sail  with  the  likes  of  you!" 

"Easy  all,  Long  John,"  cried  Israel.  "Who's 
a-crossin'  of  you?" 

"Why,  how  many  tall  ships,  think  ye,  now,  have 
I  seen  laid  aboard?  and  how  many  brisk  lads  dry- 
ing in  the  sun  at  Execution  Dock?"  cried  Silver, 
"and  all  for  this  same  hurry  and  hurry  and  hurry. 
You  hear  me?     I  seen  a  thing  or  two  at  sea,  1 


88  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

have.  If  you  would  on'y  lay  your  course,  and  a 
p'int  to  windward,  you  would  ride  in  carriages, 
you  would.  But  not  you!  I  know  you.  You'll 
have  your  mouthful  of  rum  to-morrow,  and  go 
hang." 

"Everybody  know'd  you  was  a  kind  of  chap- 
ling,  John;  but  there's  others  as  could  hand  and 
steer  as  well  as  you,"  said  Israel.  "They  liked  a 
bit  o'  fun,  they  did.  They  wasn't  so  high  and  dry, 
nohow,  but  took  their  fling,  like  jolly  companions 
every  one." 

"So?"  says  Silver.  "Well,  and  where  are  they 
now?  Pew  was  that  sort,  and  he  died  a  beggar- 
man.  Flint  was,  and  he  died  of  rum  at  Savannah. 
Ah,  they  was  a  sweet  crew,  they  was!  on'y,  where 
are  they?" 

"But,"  asked  Dick,  "when  we  do  lay  'em 
athwart,  what  are  we  to  do  with  'em,  anyhow?" 

"There's  the  man  for  me!"  cried  the  cook,  ad- 
miringly. "That's  what  I  call  business.  Well, 
what  would  you  think?  Put  'em  ashore  like  ma- 
roons? That  would  have  been  England's  way. 
Or  cut  'em  down  like  that  much  pork?  That 
would  have  been  Flint's  or  Billy  Bones's." 

"Billy  was  the  man  for  that,"  said  Israel. 
''■*  'Dead  men  don't  bite,'  says  he.  Well,  he's  dead 
now  hisself;  he  knows  the  long  and  short  on  it 
now ;  and  if  ever  a  rough  hand  come  to  port,  it  was 
Billy." 

"Right  you  are,"  said  Silver,  "rough  and  ready. 
But  mark  you  here:  I'm  an  easy  man — I'm  quite 
the  gentleman,  savs  vou;  but  this  time  it's  serious. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  89 

Dooty  is  dooty,  mates.  I  give  my  vote — death. 
When  I'm  in  Parlyment,  and  riding  in  my  coach, 
1  don't  want  none  of  these  sea-lawyers  in  the  cabin 
a-coming  home,  unlooked  for,  like  the  devil  at 
prayers.  Wait  is  what  I  say;  but  when  the  time 
conies,  why  let  her  rip!" 

''John,"  cries  the  coxswain,  "you're  a  man!" 

"\rou'll  say  so,  Israel,  when  you  see,"  said  Sil- 
ver. "Only  one  thing  I  claim — I  claim  Trelaw- 
ney.  I'll  wring  his  calf's  head  off  his  body  with 
these  hands.  Dick!"  he  added,  breaking  off,  "you 
just  jump  up  like  a  sweet  lad,  and  get  me  an  apple 
to  wet  my  pipe  like." 

You  may  fancy  the  terror  I  was  in!  I  should 
have  leaped  out  and  run  for  it,  if  I  had  found  the 
strength;  but  my  limbs  and  heart  alike  misgave 
me.  I  heard  Dick  begin  to  rise,  and  then  some 
one  seemingly  stopped  him,  and  the  voice  of 
Hands  exclaimed: 

"Oh,  stow  that!  Don't  you  get  sucking  of  that 
bilge,  John.     Let's  have  a  go  of  the  rum." 

"Dick,"  said  Silver,  "I  trust  you.  I've  a  gauge 
on  the  keg,  mind.  There's  the  key;  you  fill  a  pan- 
nikin and  bring  it  up." 

Terrified  as  I  was,  I  could  not  help  thinking  to 
myself  that  this  must  have  been  how  Mr.  Arrow 
got  the  strong  waters  that  destroyed  him. 

Dick  was  gone  but  a  little  while,  and  during  his 
absence  Israel  spoke  straight  on  in  the  cook's  ear. 
It  was  but  a  word  or  two  that  I  could  catch,  and 
yet  I  gathered  some  important  news;  for,  besides 
other  scraps  that  tended  to  the  same  purpose,  this 


90  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

whole  clause  was  audible:  "Not  another  man  of 
them'll  jine."  Hence  there  were  still  faithful  men 
on  board. 

When  Dick  returned,  one  after  another  of  the 
trio  took  the  pannikin  and  drank — one  "To  luck;" 
another  with  a  "Here's  to  old  Flint;"  and  Silver 
himself,  saying,  in  a  kind  of  song,  "Here's  to  our- 
selves, and  hold  your  luff,  plentv  of  prizes  and 
plenty  of  duff." 

Just  then  a  sort  of  brightness  fell  upon  me  in 
the  barrel,  and,  looking  up,  I  found  the  moon  had 
risen,  and  was  silvering  the  mizzen-top  and  shin- 
ing white  on  the  luff  of  the  foresail ;  and  almost  at 
the  same  time  the  voice  of  the  lookout  shouted 
"Land  ho!" 


CHAPTER    XII. 

COUNCIL    OF   WAR. 

There  was  a  great  rush  of  feet  across  the  deck. 
I  could  hear  people  tumbling  up  from  the  cabin 
and  the  foc's'le ;  and,  slipping  in  an  instant  outside 
my  barrel,  I  dived  behind  the  foresail,  made  a 
double  towards  the  stern,  and  came  out  upon  the 
open  deck  in  time  to  join  Hunter  and  Dr.  Livesey 
in  the  rush  for  the  weather  bow. 

There  all  hands  were  already  congregated.  A 
belt  of  fog  had  lifted  almost  simultaneously  with 
the  appearance  of  the  moon.     Away  to  the  south- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  91 

west  of  us  we  saw  two  low  hills,  about  a  couple  of 
miles  apart,  and  rising-  behind  one  of  them  a  third 
and  higher  hill,  whose  peak  was  still  buried  in  the 
fog.  All  three  seemed  sharp  and  conical  in 
figure. 

So  much  I  saw,  almost  in  a  dream,  for  I  had  not 
yet  recovered  from  my  horrid  fear  of  a  minute  or 
two  before.  And  then  I  heard  the  voice  of  Cap- 
tain Smollett  issuing  orders.  The  Hispaniola  was 
laid  a  couple  of  points  nearer  the  wind,  and  now 
sailed  a  course  that  would  just  clear  the  island  on 
the  east. 

"And  now,  men,"  said  the  captain,  when  all  was 
sheeted  home,  "has  any  one  of  you  ever  seen  that 
land  ahead?" 

"I  have,  sir,"  said  Si1ver.  "I've  watered  there 
with  a  trader  I  was  cook  in." 

"The  anchorage  is  on  the  south,  behind  an  islet, 
I  fancy?"  asked  the  captain. 

"Yes,  sir;  Skeleton  Island  they  calls  it.  It  were 
a  main  place  for  pirates  once,  and  a  hand  we  had 
on  board  knowed  all  their  names  for  it.  That  hill 
to  the  nor'ard  they  calls  the  Fore-mast  Hill: 
there  are  three  hills  in  a  row  running  south' ard — 
fore,  main  and  mizzen,  sir.  Rut  the  main — that's 
the  big  'un  with  the  cloud  on  it — they  usually  calls 
the  Spy-glass,  by  reason  of  a  lookout  thev  kept 
when  they  was  in  the  anchorage  cleaning;  for  it's 
there  they  cleaned  their  ships,  sir,  asking  your 
pardon." 

"I  have  a  chart  here,"  says  Captain  Smollett. 
"See  if  that's  the  place." 


92  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Long  John's  eyes  burned  in  his  head  as  he  took 
the  chart;  but,  by  the  fresh  look  of  the  paper,  I 
knew  he  was  doomed  to  disappointment.  This 
was  not  the  map  we  found  in  Billy  Bones's  chest, 
but  an  accurate  copy,  complete  in  all  things — 
names  and  heights  and  soundings — with  the  single 
exception  of  the  red  crosses  and  the  written  notes. 
Sharp  as  must  have  been  his  annoyance,  Silver 
had  the  strength  of  mind  to  hide  it. 

"Yes,  sir,"  said  he,  "this  is  the  spot  to  be  sure; 
and  very  prettily  drawed  out.  Who  might  have 
done  that,  I  wonder?  The  pirates  were  too  ig- 
norant, I  reckon.  Ay,  here  it  is:  'Capt.  Kidd's 
Anchorage' — just  the  name  my  shipmate  called  it. 
There's  a  strong  current  runs  along  the  south, 
and  then  away  nor'ard  up  the  west  coast.  Right 
you  was,  sir,"  says  he,  "to  haul  your  wind  and 
keep  the  weather  of  the  island.  Leastways,  if 
such  was  your  intention  as  to  enter  and  careen, 
and  there  ain't  no  better  place  for  that  in  these 
waters." 

"Thank  you,  my  man,"  says  Captain  Smollett. 
"I'll  ask  you,  later  on,  to  give  us  a  help.  You 
may  go." 

I  was  surprised  at  the  coolness  with  which  John 
avowed  his  knowledge  of  the  island ;  and  I  own  I 
was  half-frightened  when  I  saw  him  drawing 
nearer  to  myself.  He  did  not  know,  to  be  sure, 
that  I  had  overheard  his  council  from  the  apple 
barrel,  and  yet  I  had,  by  this  time,  taken  such  a 
horror  of  his  cruelty,  duplicity,  and  power,  that  I 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  93 

could  scarce  conceal  a  shudder  when  he  laid  his 
hand  upon  my  arm. 

"Ah,"  says  he,  "this  here  is  a  sweet  spot,  this 
island — a  sweet  spot  for  a  lad  to  get  ashore  on. 
You'll  bathe,  and  you'll  climb  trees,  and  you'll 
hunt  goats,  you  will ;  and  you'll  get  aloft  on  them 
hills  like  a  goat  yourself.  Why,  it  makes  me 
young  again.  I  was  going  to  forget  my  timber 
leg,  I  was.  It's  a  pleasant  thing  to  be  young,  and 
have  ten  toes,  and  you  may  lay  to  that.  When 
you  want  to  go  a  bit  of  exploring,  you  just  ask  old 
John,  and  he'll  put  up  a  snack  for  you  to  take 
along." 

And  clapping  me  in  the  friendliest  way  upon  the 
shoulder,  he  hobbled  off  forward,  and  went  below. 

Captain  Smollett,  the  Squire,  and  Dr.  Livesey 
were  talking,  together  on  the  quarter-deck,  and, 
anxious  as  I  was  to  tell  them  my  story,  I  durst  not 
interrupt  them  openly.  While  I  was  still  casting 
about  in  my  thoughts  to  find  some  probable  ex- 
cuse, Dr.  Livesey  called  me  to  his  side.  He  had 
left  his  pipe  below,  and  being  a  slave  to  tobacco, 
had  meant  that  I  should  fetch  it ;  but  as  soon  as  I 
was  near  enough  to  speak  and  not  to  be  over- 
heard, I  broke  out  immediately:  "Doctor,  let  me 
speak.  Get  the  captain  and  Squire  down  to  the 
cabin,  and  then  make  some  pretence  to  send  for 
me.     I  have  terrible  news." 

The  doctor  changed  countenance  a  little,  but 
next  moment  he  was  master  of  himself. 

"Thank  you,  Jim,"  said  he,  quite  loudly,  "that 


94  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

was  all  I  wanted  to  know,"  as  if  he  had  asked  me  a 
question. 

And  with  that  he  turned  on  his  heel  and  rejoined 
the  other  two.  They  spoke  together  for  a  little, 
and  though  none  of  them  started,  or  raised  his 
voice,  or  so  much  as  whistled,  it  was  plain  enough 
that  Dr.  Livesey  had  communicated  my  request; 
for  the  next  thing  that  I  heard  was  the  captain 
giving  an  order  to  Job  Anderson,  and  all  hands 
were  piped  on  deck. 

''My  lads,"  said  Captain  Smollett,  "I've  a  word 
to  say  to  you.  This  land  that  we  have  sighted  is 
the  place  we  have  been  sailing  to.  Mr.  Trelaw- 
ney,  being  a  very  open-handed  gentleman,  as  we 
all  know,  has  just  asked  me  a  word  or  two,  and  as 
I  was  able  to  tell  him  that  every  man  on  board 
had  done  his  duty,  alow  and  aloft,  as  I  never  ask 
to  see  it  better  done,  why,  he  and  I  and  the  doctor 
are  going  below  to  the  cabin  to  drink  your  health 
and  luck,  and  you'll  have  grog  served  out  for  you 
to  drink  our  health  and  luck.  I'll  tell  you  what  I 
think  of  this:  I  think  it  handsome.  And  if  you 
think  as  I  do,  you'll  give  a  good  sea  cheer  for  the 
gentleman  that  does  it." 

The  cheer  followed — that  was  a  matter  of 
course;  but  it  rang  out  so  full  and  hearty,  that  I 
confess  I  could  hardly  believe  these  same  men 
were  plotting  for  our  blood. 

"One  more  cheer  for  Cap'n  Smollett,"  cried 
Long  John,  when  the  first  had  subsided. 

And  this  also  was  given  with  a  will. 

On  the  top  of  that  the  three  gentlemen  went 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  95 

below,  and  not  long  after,  word  was  sent  forward 
that  Jim  Hawkins  was  wanted  in  the  cabin. 

I  found  them  all  three  seated  round  the  table,  a 
bottle  of  Spanish  wine  and  some  raisins  before 
them,  and  the  doctor  smoking  away,  with  his  wig 
on  his  lap,  and  that,  I  knew,  was  a  sign  that  he 
was  agitated.  The  stern  window  was  open,  for  it 
was  a  warm  night,  and  you  could  see  the  moon 
shining  behind  on  the  ship's  wake. 

"Now,  Hawkins,"  said  the  Squire,  "you  have 
something  to  say.     Speak  up." 

I  did  as  I  was  bid,  and,  as  short  as  I  could  make 
it,  told  the  whole  details  of  Silver's  conversation. 
Nobody  interrupted  me  till  I  was  done,  nor  did  any 
one  of  the  three  of  them  make  so  much  as  a  move- 
ment, but  they  kept  their  eyes  upon  my  face  from 
first  to  last. 

"Jim,"  said  Dr.  Livesey,  "take  a  seat." 

And  they  made  me  sit  down  at  table  beside 
them,  poured  me  out  a  glass  of  wine,  filled  my 
hands  with  raisins,  and  all  three,  one  after  the 
other,  and  each  with  a  bow,  drank  my  good  health 
and  their  service  to  me,  for  my  luck  and  courage. 

"Now,  captain,"  said  the  Squire,  "you  were 
right,  and  I  was  wrong.  I  own  myself  an  ass,  and 
I  await  your  orders." 

"No  more  an  ass  than  I,  sir,"  returned  the  cap- 
tain. "I  never  heard  of  a  crew  that  meant  to 
mutinv  but  what  showed  signs  before,  for  any 
man  that  had  an  eye  in  his  head  to  see  the  mis- 
chief and  take  steps  according.  But  this  crew," 
he  added,  "beats  me." 


g6  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

"Captain,"  said  the  doctor,  "with  your  permis- 
sion, that's  Silver.     A  very  remarkable  man." 

"He'd  look  remarkably  well  from  a  yard-arm, 
sir,"  returned  the  captain.  "But  this  is  talk;  this 
don't  lead  to  anything.  I  see  three  or  four  points, 
and  with  Mr.  Trelawney's  permission,  I'  ame 
them. 

"You,  sir,  are  the  captain.  It  is  for  you  to 
speak,"  says  Mr.  Trelawney,  grandly. 

"First  point,"  began  Mr.  Smollett.  "We  must 
go  on,  because  we  can't  turn  back.  If  I  gave  the 
word  to  go  about,  they  would  rise  at  once.  Sec- 
ond point,  we  have  time  before  us — at  least,  until 
this  treasure's  found.  Third  point,  the  i  are 
faithful  hands.  Now,  sir,  it's  got  to  come  to  blows 
sooner  or  later;  and  what  I  propose  is,  to  take 
time  by  the  forelock,  as  the  saying  is,  and  come 
to  blows  some  fine  day  when  they  least  expect  it. 
We  can  count,  I  take  it;  on  your  own  home  ser- 
vants, Mr.  Trelawney?" 

"As  upon  myself,"  declared  the  Squire. 

"Three,"  reckoned  the  captain,  "ourselves  make 
seven,  counting  Hawkins,  here.  Now,  about  the 
honest  hands?" 

"Most  likely  Trelawney's  own  men,"  said  the 
doctor;  "those  he  had  picked  up  for  himself,  be- 
fore he  lit  on  Silver." 

"Nay,"  replied  the  Squire.  "Hands  was  one  of 
mine." 

"I  did  think  I  could  have  trusted  Ha^ds,"  add.  J 
the  captain. 

"And  to  think  that  they're  all  Englishmen!" 


Treasure  Island    2 


* 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  97 

broke  out  the  Squire.  "Sir,  I  could  find  it  in  my 
heart  to  blow  the  ship  up." 

"Well,  gentlemen,"  said  the  captain,  "the  best 
that  I  can  say  is  not  much.  We  must  lay  to,  if 
you  please,  and  keep  a  bright  lookout.  It's  try- 
ing on  a  man,  I  know.  It  would  be  pleasanter  to 
come  to  blows.  But  there's  no  help  for  it  till  we 
know  our  men.  Lay  to,  and  whistle  for  a  wind, 
that's  my  view." 

"Jim  here,"  said  the  doctor,  "can  help  us  more 
than  any  one.  The  men  are  not  shy  with  him,  and 
Jim  is  a  noticing  lad." 

"Hawkins,  I  put  prodigious  faith  in  you,"  added 
the  Squire. 

I  began  to  feel  pretty  desperate  at  this,  for  I  felt 
altogether  helpless;  and  yet,  by  an  odd  train  of 
circumstances,  it  was  indeed  through  me  that 
safety  came.  In  the  meantime,  talk  as  we  pleased, 
there  were  only  seven  out  of  the  twenty-six  on 
whom  we  knew  we  could  rely;  and  out  of  these 
seven  one  was  a  boy,  so  that  the  grown  men  on 
our  side  were  six  to  their  nineteen. 


98  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

PART   III. 

MY  SHORE  ADVENTURE. 
CHAPTER    XIII. 

HOW  I  BEGAN  MY  SHORE  ADVENTURE. 

The  appearance  of  the  island  when  I  came  on 
deck  next  morning  was  altogether  changed.  Al- 
though the  breeze  had  now  utterly  failed,  we  had 
made  a  great  deal  of  way  during  the  night,  and 
were  now  lying  becalmed  about  half  a  mile  to  the 
southeast  of  the  low  eastern  coast.  Grey-colored 
woods  covered  a  large  part  of  the  surface.  This 
even  tint  was  indeed  broken  up  by  streaks  of  yel- 
low sandbreak  in  the  lower  lands,  and  by  many 
tall  trees  of  the  pine  family,  out-topping  the  others 
— some  singly,  some  in  clumps;  but  the  general 
coloring  was  uniform  and  sad.  The  hills  ran  up 
clear  above  the  vegetation  in  spires  of  naked  rock. 
All  were  strangely  shaped,  and  the  Spy-glass, 
which  was  by  three  or  four  hundred  feet  the  tallest 
on  the  island,  was  likewise  the  strangest  in  config- 
uration, running  up  sheer  from  almost  every  side, 
and  then  suddenly  cut  off  at  the  top  like  a  pedestal 
to  put  a  statue  on. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  99 

The  Hispaniola  was  rolling  scuppers  under  in 
the  ocean  swell.  The  booms  were  tearing  at  the 
blocks,  the  rudder  was  banging  to  and  fro,  and 
the  whole  ship  creaking,  groaning,  and  jumping 
like  a  manufactory.  I  had  to  cling  tight  to  the 
backstay,  and  the  world  turned  giddily  before  my 
eyes ;  for  though  I  was  a  good  enough  sailor  when 
there  was  way  on,  this  standing  still  and  being 
rolled  about  like  a  bottle  was  a  thing  I  never 
learned  to  stand  without  a  qualm  or  so,  above  all 
in  the  morning,  on  an  empty  stomach. 

Perhaps  it  was  this — perhaps  it  was  the  look  of 
the  island,  with  its  grey,  melancholy  woods,  and 
wild  stone  spires,  and  the  surf  that  we  could  both 
see  and  hear  foaming  and  thundering  on  the  steep- 
beach — at  least,  although  the  sun  shone  bright 
and  hot,  and  the  shore  birds  were  fishing  and  cry- 
ing all  around  us,  and  you  would  have  thought 
any  one  would  have  been  glad  to  get  to  land  after 
being  so  long  at  sea,  my  heart  sank,  as  the  saying 
is,  into  my  boots;  and  from  that  first  look  onward,. 
I  hated  the  very  thought  of  Treasure  Island. 

We  had  a  dreary  morning's  wrork  before  us,  for 
there  was  no  sign  of  any  wind,  and  the  boats  had 
to  be  got  out  and  manned,  and  the  ship  warped 
three  or  four  miles  round  the  corner  of  the  island, 
and  up  the  narrow  passage  to  the  haven  behind 
Skeleton  Island.  I  volunteered  for  one  of  the 
boats,  where  I  had,  of  course,  no  business.  The 
heat  was  sweltering,  and  the  men  grumbled 
fiercely  over  their  work.     Anderson  was  in  com- 


IOO  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

mand  of  my  boat,  and  instead  of  keeping  the  crew 
in  order,  he  grumbled  as  loud  as  the  worst. 

"Well,"  he  said,  with  an  oath,  "it's  not  for  ever." 

I  thought  this  was  a  very  bad  sign;  for,  up  to 
that  day,  the  men  had  gone  briskly  and  willingly 
about  their  business;  but  the  very  sight  of  the 
island  had  relaxed  the  cords  of  discipline. 

All  the  way  in,  Long  John  stood  by  the  steers- 
man and  conned  the  ship.  He  knew  the  passage 
like  the  palm  of  his  hand;  and  though  the  man  in 
the  chains  got  everywhere  more  water  than  was 
down  in  the  chart,  John  never  hesitated  once. 

"There's  a  strong  scour  writh  the  ebb,"  he  said, 
"and  this  here  passage  has  been  dug  out,  in  a 
manner  of  speaking,  with  a  spade." 

We  brought  up  just  where  the  anchor  was  in 
the  chart,  about  a  third  of  a  mile  from  either 
shore,  the  mainland  on  one  side,  and  Skeleton 
Island  on  the  other.  The  bottom  was  clean  sand. 
The  plunge  of  our  anchor  sent  up  clouds  of  birds 
wheeling  and  crying  over  the  woods;  but  in  less 
than  a  minute  they  were  down  again,  and  all  was 
once  more  silent. 

The  place  was  entirely  land-locked,  buried  in 
woods,  the  trees  coming  right  down  to  high-water 
mark,  the  shores  mostly  flat,  and  the  hilltops 
standing  round  at  a  distance  in  a  sort  of  amphi- 
theatre, one  here,  one  there.  Two  little  rivers,  or. 
rather,  two  swamps,  emptied  out  into  this  pond,  as 
you  might  call  it,  and  the  foliage  round  that  part 
of  the  shore  had  a  kind  of  poisonous  brightness. 
From  the  ship  we  could  see  nothing  of  the  house 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  IOI 

or  stockade,  for  they  were  quite  buried  among 
trees;  and  if  it  had  not  been  for  the  chart  on  the 
companion  we  might  have  been  the  first  that  had 
ever  anchored  there  since  the  island  arose  out  of 
the  seas. 

There  was  not  a  breath  of  air  moving,  nor  a 
sound  but  that  of  the  surf  booming  half  a  mile 
away  along  the  beaches  and  against  the  rock  out- 
side. A  peculiar,  stagnant  smell  hung  over  the 
anchorage — a  smell  of  sodden  leaves  and  rotting 
tree  trunks.  I  observed  the  doctor  sniffing  and 
sniffing,  like  someone  tasting  a  bad  Qgg. 

"I  don't  know  about  treasure,"  he  said,  "but  I'll 
stake  my  wig  there's  fever  here." 

If  the  conduct  of  the  men  had  been  alarming  in 
the  boat,  it  became  truly  threatening  when  they 
had  come  aboard.  They  lay  about  the  deck 
growling  together  in  talk.  The  slightest  order 
was  received  with  a  black  look,  and  grudgingly 
and  carelessly  obeyed.  Even  the  honest  hands 
must  have  caught  the  infection,  for  there  was  not 
one  man  aboard  to  mend  another.  Mutiny,  it 
was  plain,  hung  over  us  like  a  thunder  cloud. 

And  it  was  not  only  we  of  the  cabin  party  who 
perceived  the  danger.  Long  John  was  hard  at 
work  going  from  group  to  group,  spending  him- 
self in  good  advice,  and  as  for  example  no  man 
could  have  shown  a  better.  He  fairly  outstripped 
himself  in  willingness  and  civility;  he  was  all 
smiles  to  every  one.  If  an  order  were  given,  John 
would  be  on  his  crutch  in  an  instant  with  the 
cheeriest  "Ay,  ay,  sir!"  in  the  world;  and  when 


I02  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

there  was  nothing  else  to  do  he  kept  up  one  song 
after  another,  as  if  to  conceal  the  discontent  of  the 
rest. 

Of  all  the  gloomy  features  of  that  gloomy  after- 
noon this  obvious  anxiety  on  the  part  of  Long 
John  appeared  the  worst. 

We  held  a  council  in  the  cabin. 

"Sir,"  said  the  captain,  "if  I  risk  another  order 
the  whole  ship'll  come  about  our  ears  by  the  run. 
You  see,  sir,  here  it  is:  I  get  a  rough  answer,  do 
I  not?  Well,  if  I  speak  back,  pikes  will  be  going 
in  two  shakes;  if  I  don't,  Silver  will  see  there's 
something  under  that,  and  the  game's  up.  Now, 
we've  only  one  man  to  rely  on." 

"And  who  is  that?"  asked  the  Squire. 

"Silver,  sir,"  returned  the  captain;  "he's  as  anx- 
ious as  you  and  I  to  smother  things  up.  This  is  a 
tiff;  he'd  soon  talk  'em  out  of  it  if  he  had  the 
chance,  and  what  I  propose  to  do  is  to  give  him 
the  chance.  Let's  allow  the  men  an  afternoon 
ashore.  If  they  all  go,  why,  we'll  fight  the  ship. 
If  they  none  of  them  go,  well,  then,  we  hold  the 
cabin,  and  God  defend  the  right.  If  some  go,  you 
mark  my  words,  sir,  Silver'll  bring  'em  aboard 
again  as  mild  as  lambs." 

It  was  so  decided;  loaded  pistols  were  served 
out  to  all  the  sure  men;  Hunter,  Joyce  and  Red- 
ruth were  taken  into  our  confidence,  and  received 
the  news  with  less  surprise  and  a  better  spirit  than 
we  had  looked  for;  and  then  the  captain  went  on 
deck  and  addressed  the  crew. 

"My  lads,"  said  he,  "we've  had  a  hot  day,  and 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  IO3 

are  all  tired  and  out  of  sorts.  A  turn  ashore'll 
hurt  nobody — the  boats  are  still  in  the  water ;  you 
can  take  the  gigs,  and  as  many  as  please  can  go 
ashore  for  the  afternoon.  I'll  fire  a  gun  half  an 
hour  before  sundown." 

I  believe  the  silly  fellows  must  have  thought 
they  would  break  their  shins  over  treasure  as 
soon  as  they  were  landed,  for  they  all  came  out  of 
their  sulks  in  a  moment,  and  gave  a  cheer  that 
started  the  echo  in  a  faraway  hill  and  sent  the  birds 
once  more  flying  and  squalling  round  the  an- 
chorage. 

The  captain  wTas  too  bright  to  be  in  the  way. 
He  whipped  out  of  sight  in  a  moment,  leaving 
Silver  to  arrange  the  party ;  and  I  fancy  it  was  as 
well  he  did  so.  Had  he  been  on  deck  he  could 
no  longer  so  much  as  have  pretended  not  to  un- 
derstand the  situation.  It  was  as  plain  as  day, 
Silver  was  the  captain,  and  a  mighty  rebellious 
crew  he  had  of  it.  The  honest  hands — and  I  was 
soon  to  see  it  proved  that  there  were  such  on 
board — must  have  been  very  stupid  fellows.  Or, 
rather,  I  suppose  the  truth  was  this,  that  all  hands 
were  disaffected  by  the  example  of  the  ringleaders 
— only  some  more,  some  less;  and  a  few,  being 
good  fellows  in  the  main,  could  neither  be  kd  nor 
driven  any  further.  It  is  one  thing  to  be  idle  and 
skulk,  and  quite  another  to  take  a  ship  and  mur- 
der a  number  of  innocent  men. 

At  last,  however,  the  party  was  made  up.  Six 
fellows  were  to  stay  on  board,  and  the  remaining 
thirteen,  including  Silver,  began  to  embark. 


104  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Then  it  was  that  there  came  into  my  head  the 
first  of  the  mad  notions  that  contributed  so  much 
to  save  our  lives.  If  six  men  were  left  by  Silver, 
it  was  plain  our  party  could  not  take  and  tight  the 
ship;  and  since  only  six  were  left,  it  was  equally 
plain  that  the  cabin  party  had  no  present  need  of 
my  assistance.  It  occurred  to  me  at  once  to  go 
ashore.  In  a  jiffy  I  had  slipped  over  the  side,  and 
curled  up  in  the  foresheets  of  the  nearest  boat,  and 
almost  at  the  same  moment  she  shoved  off. 

No  one  took  notice  of  me,  only  the  bow  oar 
saying,  "Is  that  you,  Jim?  Keep  your  head 
down."  But  Silver,  from  the  other  boat,  looked 
sharply  over  and  called  out  to  know  if  that  were 
me ;  and  from  that  moment  I  began  to  regret  what 
I  had  done. 

The  crews  raced  for  the  beach;  but  the  boat  I 
was  in,  having  some  start,  and  being  at  once  the 
lighter  and  the  better  manned,  shot  far  ahead  of 
her  consort,  and  the  bow  had  struck  among  the 
shore-side  trees  and  I  had  caught  a  branch  and 
swung  myself  out,  and  plunged  into  the  nearest 
thicket,  while  Silver  and  the  rest  were  still  a  hun- 
dred yards  behind. 

"Jim!  Jim!"  I  heard  him  shouting. 

But  you  may  suppose  I  paid  no  heed;  jumping, 
ducking  and  breaking  through,  I  ran  straight  be- 
fore my  nose  till  I  could  run  no  longer. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  I05 

CHAPTER    XIV. 

THE    FIRST    BLOW. 

I  was  so  pleased  at  having  given  the  slip  to 
Long  John  that  I  began  to  enjoy  myself  and  look 
around  me  with  some  interest  on  the  strange  land 
that  I  was  in. 

I  had  crossed  a  marshy  tract  full  of  willows, 
bulrushes,  and  odd,  outlandish,  swampy  trees,  and 
I  had  now  come  out  upon  the  skirts  of  an  open 
piece  of  undulating,  sandy  country,  about  a  mile 
long,  dotted  with  a  few  pines,  and  a  great  number 
of  contorted  trees,  not  unlike  the  oak  in  growth, 
but  pale  in  the  foliage,  like  willows.  On  the  far 
side  of  the  open  stood  one  of  the  hills,  with  two 
quaint,  craggy  peaks,  shining  .vividly  in  the  sun. 

I  now  felt  for  the  first  time  the  joy  of  explora- 
tion. The  isle  was  uninhabited;  my  shipmates  I 
had  left  behind,  and  nothing  lived  in  front  of  me 
but  dumb  brutes  and  fowls.  I  turned  hither  and 
thither  among  the  trees.  Here  and  there  were 
flowering  plants,  unknown  to  me;  here  and  there 
I  saw  snakes,  and  one  raised  his  head  from  a  ledge 
of  rock  and  hissed  at  me  with  a  noise  not  unlike 
the  spinning  of  a  top.  Little  did  I  suppose  that  he 
was  a  deadly  enemy,  and  that  the  noise  was  the 
famous  rattle. 

Then  I  came  to  a  long  thicket  of  these  oak-like 
trees — live,  or  evergreen,  oaks,  I  heard  afterwards 


I06  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

they  should  be  called — which  grew  low  along  the 
sand  like  brambles,  the  boughs  curiously  twisted, 
the  foliage  compact,  like  thatch.  The  thicket 
stretched  down  from  the  top  of  one  of  the  sandy 
knolls,  spreading  and  growing  taller  as  it  went, 
until  it  reached  the  margin  of  the  broad,  reedy  fen, 
through  which  the  nearest  of  the  little  rivers 
soaked  its  way  into  the  anchorage.  The  marsh 
was  steaming  in  the  strong  sun,  and  the  outline  of 
the  Spy-glass  trembled  through  the  haze. 

All  at  once  there  began  to  go  a  sort  of  bustle 
among  the  bulrushes ;  a  wild  duck  flew  up  with  a 
quack,  another  followed,  and  soon  over  the  whole 
surface  of  the  marsh  a  great  cloud  of  birds  hung 
screaming  and  circling  in  the  air.  I  judged  at 
once  that  some  of  my  shipmates  must  be  drawing 
near  along  the  borders  of  the  fen.  Nor  was  I  de- 
ceived ;  for  soon  I  heard  the  very  distant  and  low 
tones  of  a  human  yoice,  which,  as  I  continued  to 
give  ear,  grew  steadily  louder  and  nearer. 

This  put  me  in  a  great  fear,  and  I  crawled  under 
cover  of  the  nearest  live-oak,  and  squatted  there, 
hearkening,  as  silent  as  a  mouse. 

Another  voice  answered;  and  then  the  first 
voice,  which  I  now  recognized  to  be  Silver's,  once 
more  took  up  the  story,  and  ran  on  for  a  long 
while  in  a  stream,  only  now  and  again  interrupted 
by  the  other.  By  the  sound  they  must  have  been 
talking  earnestly,  and  almost  fiercely;  but  no  dis- 
tinct word  came  to  my  hearing. 

At  last  the  speakers  seemed  to  have  paused,  and 
perhaps  to  have  sat  down;  for  not  only  did  they 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  107 

cease  to  draw  any  nearer,  but  the  birds  themselves 
began  to  grow  more  quiet,  and  to  settle  again  to 
their  places  in  the  swamp. 

And  now  I  began  to  feel  that  I  was  neglecting 
my  business;  that  since  I  had  been  so  foolhardy 
as  to  come  ashore  with  these  desperadoes,  the 
least  I  could  do  was  to  overhear  them  at  their 
councils ;  and  that  my  plain  and  obvious  duty  was 
to  draw  as  close  as  I  could  manage,  under  the 
favorable  ambush  of  the  crouching  trees. 

I  could  tell  the  direction  of  the  speakers  pretty 
exactly,  not  only  by  the  sound  of  their  voices,  but 
by  the  behavior  of  the  few  birds  that  still  hung  in 
alarm  above  the  heads  of  the  intruders. 

Crawling  on  all  fours,  I  made  steadily  but 
slowly  towards  them;  till  at  last,  raising  my  head 
to  an  aperture  among  the  leaves,  I  could  see  clear 
down  into  a  little  green  dell  beside  the  marsh,  and 
closely  set  about  with  trees,  where  Long  John  Sil- 
ver and  another  of  the  crew  stood  face  to  face  in 
conversation. 

The  sun  beat  full  upon  them.  Silver  had  thrown 
his  hat  beside  him  on  the  ground,  and  his  great, 
smooth,  blond  face,  all  shining  with  heat,  was 
lifted  to  the  other  man's  in  a  kind  of  appeal. 

"Mate,"  he  was  saying,  "it's  because  I  thinks 
gold  dust  of  you — gold  dust,  and  you  may  lay  to 
that!  If  I  hadn't  took  to  you  like  pitch,  do  you 
think  I'd  have  been  here  a-warning  of  you?  All's 
up — you  can't  make  nor  mend;  it's  to  save  your 
neck  that  I'm  a-speaking,  and  if  one  of  the  wild 


108  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

'uns  knew  it,  where  'ud  I  be,  Tom — now,  tell  me, 
where  'ud  I  be?" 

"Silver/'  said  the  other  man — and  I  observed 
he  was  not  only  red  in  the  face,  but  spoke  as 
hoarse  as  a  crow,  and  his  voice  shook,  too,  like  a 
taut  rope —  "Silver,"  says  he,  "you're  old,  and 
you're  honest,  or  has  the  name  for  it;  and  you've 
money,  too,  which  lots  of  poor  sailors  hasn't;  and 
you're  brave,  or  I'm  mistook.  And  will  you  tell 
me  you'll  let  yourself  be  led  away  with  that  kind 
of  a  mess  of  swabs?  not  you!  As  sure  as  God 
sees  me,  I'd  sooner  lose  my  hand.  If  I  turn  agin 
my  dooty" 

And  then  all  of  a  sudden  he  was  interrupted  by 
a  noise.  I  had  found  one  of  the  honest  hands — 
well,  here,  at  that  same  moment,  came  news  of 
another.  Far  away  out  in  the  marsh  there  arose, 
all  of  a  sudden/a  sound  like  the  cry  of  anger,  then 
another  on  the  back  of  it;  and  then  one  horrid, 
long-drawn  scream.  The  rocks  of  the  Spy-glass 
re-echoed  it  a  score  of  times;  the  whole  troop  of 
marsh-birds  rose  again,  darkening  heaven,  with  a 
simultaneous  whirr ;  and  long  after  that  death  yell 
was  still  ringing  in  my  brain,  silence  had  re-estab- 
lished its  empire,  and  only  the  rustle  of  the  re- 
descending  birds  and  the  boom  of  the  distant 
surges  disturbed  the  languor  of  the  afternoon. 

Tom  had  leaped  at  the  sound,  like  a  horse  at  the 
spur ;  but  Silver  had  not  winked  an  eye.  He  stood 
where  he  was,  resting  lightly  on  his  crutch,  watch- 
ing his  companion  like  a  snake  about  to  spring. 

"John!"  said  the  sailor,  stretching  out  his  hand. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  IO9 

"Hands  off!"  cried  Silver,  leaping  back  a  yard, 
as  it  seemed  to  me,  with  the  speed  and  security  of 
a  trained  gymnast. 

"Hands  off,  if  you  like,  John  Silver,"  said  the 
other.  "It's  a  black  conscience  that  can  make 
you  feared  of  me.  But,  in  heaven's  name,  tell  me 
what  was  that?" 

"That?"  returned  Silver,  smiling  away,  but 
warier  than  ever,  his  eye  a  mere  pin-point  in  his 
big  face,  but  gleaming  like  a  crumb  of  glass. 
"That?     Oh,  I  reckon  that'll  be  Alan." 

And  at  this  poor  Tom  flashed  out  like  a  hero. 

"Alan!"  he  cried.  "Then  rest  his  soul  for  a 
true  seaman!  And  as  for  you,  John  Silver,  long 
you've  been  a  mate  of  mine,  but  you're  mate  of 
mine  no  more.  If  I  die  like  a  dog,  I'll  die  in  my 
dootv.  You've  killed  Alan,  have  you?  Kill  me, 
too,  if  you  can.     But  I  defies  you." 

And  with  that,  this  brave  fellow  turned  his  back 
directly  on  the  cook,  and  set  off  walking  for  the 
beach.  But  he  was  not  destined  to  go  far.  With 
a  cry,  John  seized  the  branch  of  a  tree,  whipped 
the  crutch  out  of  his  armpit,  and  sent  that  uncouth 
missile  hurtling  through  the  air.  It  struck  poor 
Tom,  point  foremost,  and  with  stunning  violence, 
rigfht  between  the  shoulders  in  the  middle  of  his 
back.  His  hands  flew  up,  he  gave  a  sort  of  gasp, 
and  fell. 

Whether  he  were  injured  much  or  little,  none 
could  ever  tell.  Like  enough,  to  judge  from  the 
sound,  his  back  was  broken  on  the  spot.  But  he 
had  no  time  given  him  to  recover.     Silver,  agile 


IIO  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

as  a  monkey,  even  without  leg  or  crutch,  was  on 
the  top  of  him  next  moment,  and  had  twice  buried 
his  knife  up  to  the  hilt  in  that  defenceless  body. 
From  my  place  of  ambush,  I  could  hear  him  pant 
aloud  as  he  struck  the  blows. 

I  do  not  know  what  it  rightly  is  to  faint,  but  I  do 
know  that  for  the  next  little  while  the  whole  world 
swam  away  from  before  me  in  a  whirling  mist; 
Silver  and  the  birds,  and  the  tall  Spy-glass  hill- 
top, going  round  and  round  and  topsy-turvy  be- 
fore my  eyes,  and  all  manner  of  bells  ringing  and 
distant  voices  shouting  in  my  ear. 

When  I  came  again  to  myself,  the  monster  had 
pulled  himself  together,  his  crutch  under  his  arm, 
his  hat  upon  his  head.  Just  before  him  Tom  lay 
motionless  upon  the  sward;  but  the  murderer 
minded  him  not  a  whit,  cleansing  his  blood- 
stained knife  the  while  upon  a  wisp  of  grass. 
Everything  else  was  unchanged,  the  sun  still  shin- 
ing mercilessly  on  the  steaming  marsh  and  the  tall 
pinnacle  of  the  mountain,  and  I  could  scarce  per- 
suade myself  that  murder  had  been  actually  done, 
and  a  human  life  cruelly  cut  short  a  moment  since, 
before  my  eyes. 

But  now  John  put  his  hand  into  his  pocket. 
brought  out  a  whistle,  and  blew  upon  it  several 
modulated  blasts  that  rang  far  across  the  heated 
air.  I  could  not  tell,  of  course,  the  meaning  of 
the  signal ;  but  it  instantly  awoke  my  fears.  More 
men  would  be  coming.  I  might  be  discovered. 
They  had  already  slain  two  of  the  honest  people; 
after  Tom  and  Alan,  might  not  I  come  next? 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  Ill 

Instantly  I  began  to  extricate  myself  and  crawl 
back  again,  with  what  speed  and  silence  I  could 
manage,  to  the  more  open  portion  of  the  wood. 
As  I  did  so,  I  could  hear  hails  coming  and  going 
between  the  old  buccaneer  and  his  comrades,  and 
this  sound  of  danger  lent  me  wings.  As  soon  as 
I  was  clear  of  the  thicket,  I  ran  as  I  never  ran 
before,  scarce  minding  the  direction  of  my  flight, 
so  long  as  it  led  me  from  the  murderers;  and  as  I 
ran,  fear  grew  and  grew  upon  me,  until  it  turned 
into  a  kind  of  frenzy. 

Indeed,  could  any  one  be  more  entirely  lost 
than  I?  When  the  gun  fired,  how  should  I  dare 
to  go  down  to  the  boats  among  those  fiends,  still 
smoking  from  their  crime?  Would  not  the  first 
of  them  who  saw  me  wring  my  neck  like  a  snipe's? 
Would  not  my  absence  itself  be  an  evidence  to 
them  of  my  alarm,  and  therefore  of  my  fatal 
knowledge?  It  was  all  over,  I  thought.  Good-bye 
to  the  Hispaniola;  good-bye  to  the  Squire,  the 
doctor,  and  the  captain!  There  was  nothing  left 
for  me  but  death  by  starvation,  or  death  by  the 
hands  of  the  mutineers. 

All  this  while,  as  I  say,  I  was  still  running,  and, 
without  taking  any  notice,  I  had  drawn  near  to 
the  foot  of  the  little  hill  with  the  two  peaks,  and 
had  got  into  a  part  of  the  island  where  the  live- 
oaks  grew  more  widely  apart,  and  seemed  more 
like  forest  trees  in  their  bearing  and  dimensions. 
Mingled  with  these  were  a  few  scattered  pines, 
some  fifty,  some  nearer  seventy,  feet  high.     The 


112  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

air,  too,  smelled  more  freshly  than  down  beside 
the  marsh. 

And  here  a  fresh  alarm  brought  me  to  a  stand- 
still with  a  thumping  heart. 


CHAPTER    XV. 

THE    MAN    OF   THE    ISLAND. 

From  the  side  of  the  hill,  which  was  here  steep 
and  stony,  a  spout  of  gravel  was  dislodged,  and 
fell  rattling  and  bounding  through  the  trees.  My 
eyes  turned  instinctively  in  that  direction,  and  I 
saw  a  figure  leap  with  great  rapidity  behind  the 
trunk  of  a  pine.  What  it  was,  whether  bear  or 
man  or  monkey,  I  could  in  no  wise  tell.  It  seemed 
dark  and  shaggy;  more  I  knew  not.  But  the 
terror  of  this  new  apparition  brought  me  to  a 
stand. 

I  was  now,  it  seemed,  cut  off  upon  both  sides; 
behind  me  the  murderers,  before  me  this  lurking 
nondescript.  And  immediately  I  began  to  pre- 
fer the  dangers  that  I  knew  to  those  I  knew  not. 
Silver  himself  appeared  less  terrible  in  contrast 
with  this  creature  of  the  woods,  and  I  turned  on 
my  heel,  and,  looking  sharply  behind  me  over  my 
shoulder,  began  to  retrace  my  steps  in  the  direc- 
tion of  the  boats. 

Instantly  the  figure  reappeared,  and,  making  a 
wide  circuit,  began  to  head  me  off.     I  was  tired, 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  113 

dt  any  rate;  but  had  I  been  as  fresh  as  when  I  rose, 
1  could  see  it  was  in  vain  for  me  to  contend  in 
speed  with  such  an  adversary.  From  trunk  to 
trunk  the  creature  flitted  like  a  deer,  running 
manlike  on  two  legs,  but  unlike  any  man  that  i 
bad  ever  seen,  stooping  almost  double  as  it  ran. 
Vet  a  man  it  was;  I  could  no  longer  be  in  doubt 
about  that. 

I  began  to  recall  what  I  had  heard  of  cannibals. 
}  was  within  an  ace  of  calling  for  help.  But  the 
mere  fact  that  he  was  a  man,  however  wild,  had 
somewhat  reassured  me,  and  my  fear  of  Silver 
began  to  revive  in  proportion.  I  stood  still,  there- 
tore,  and  cast  about  for  some  method  of  escape; 
and  as  I  was  so  thinking,  the  recollection  of  my 
pistol  flashed  into  my  mind.  As  soon  as  I  re- 
membered I  was  not  defenceless,  courage  glowed 
again  in  my  heart;  and  I  set  my  face  resolutely  for 
this  man  of  the  island,  and  walked  briskly  towards 
him. 

He  was  concealed  by  this  time,  behind  another 
tree  trunk;  but  he  must  have  been  watching  me 
closely,  for  as  soon  as  I  began  to  move  in  his  direc- 
tion he  reappeared  and  took  a  step  to  meet  me. 
Then  he  hesitated,  drew  back,  came  forward 
again,  and  at  last,  to  my  wonder  and  confusion, 
threw  himself  on  his  knees  and  held  out  his 
clasped  hands  in  supplication. 

At  that  I  once  more  stopped. 

"Who  are  you?"  I  asked. 

"Ben  Gunn,"  he  answered,  and  his  voice 
sounded  hoarse  and  awkward,  like  a  rusty  lock. 


114  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

"I'm  poor  Ben  Gunn,  I  am;  and  I  haven't  spoke 
with  a  Christian  these  three  years." 

I  could  now  see  that  he  was  a  white  man  like 
myself,  and  that  his  features  were  even  pleasing. 
His  skin,  wherever  it  was  exposed,  was  burnt  by 
the  sun;  even  his  lips  were  black;  and  his  fair  eyes 
looked  quite  startling  in  so  dark  a  face.  Of  all 
the  beggar-men  that  I  had  seen  or  fancied,  he  was 
the  chief  for  raggedness.  He  was  clothed  with 
tatters  of  old  ship's  canvas  and  old  sea  cloth;  and 
this  extraordinary  patchwork  was  all  held  to- 
gether by  a  system  of  the  most  various  and  incon- 
gruous fastenings,  brass  buttons,  bits  of  stick,  and 
loops  of  tarry  gaskin.  About  his  waist  he  wore 
an  old  brass-buckled  leather  belt,  which  was  the 
one  thing  solid  in  his  whole  accoutrement. 

"Three  years!"  I  cried.  "Were  you  ship- 
wrecked?" 

"Nay,  mate,"  said  he — "marooned." 

I  had  heard  the  word,  and  I  knew  it  stood  for  a 
horrible  form  of  punishment  common  enough 
among  the  buccaneers,  in  which  the  offender  is 
put  ashore  with  a  little  powder  and  shot,  and  left 
behind  on  some  desolate  and  distant  island. 

"Marooned  three  years  agone,"  he  continued, 
"and  lived  on  goats  since  then,  and  berries,  and 
oysters.  Wherever  a  man  is,  says  I,  a  man  can  do 
for  himself.  But,  mate,  my  heart  is  sore  for  Chris- 
tian diet.  You  mightn't  happen  to  have  a  piece 
of  cheese  about  you,  now?  No?  Well,  many's 
the  long  night  I've  dreamed  of  cheese — toasted 
mostly — and  woke  up  again,  and  here  I  were." 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  115 

"If  ever  I  can  get  aboard  again,"  said  I,  "you 
shall  have  cheese  by  the  stone." 

All  this  time  he  had  been  feeling  the  stuff  of  my 
jacket,  smoothing  my  hands,  looking  at  my  boots, 
and  generally,  in  the  intervals  of  his  speech,  show- 
ing a  childish  pleasure  in  the  presence  of  a  fellow- 
creature.  But  at  my  last  words  he  perked  up  into 
a  kind  of  startled  slyness. 

"If  ever  you  can  get  aboard  again,  says  you?" 
he  repeated.     "Why,  now,  who's  to  hinder  you?" 

"Not  you,  I  know,"  was  my  reply. 

"And  right  you  was,"  he  cried.  "Now  you — 
what  do  you  call  yourself,  mate?" 

"Jim,"  I  told  him. 

"Jim,  Jim,"  says  he,  quite  pleased  apparently. 
"Well,  now,  Jim,  I've  lived  that  rough  as  you'd  be 
ashamed  to  hear  of;  now,  for  instance,  you 
wouldn't  think  I  had  had  a  pious  mother — to  look 
at  me?"  he  asked. 

"Why,  no,  not  in  particular,"  I  answered. 

"Ah,  well,"  said  he,  "but  I  had — remarkable 
pious.  And  I  was  a  civil,  pious  boy,  and  could 
rattle  off  my  catechism  that  fast  as  you  couldn't 
tell  one  word  from  another.  And  here's  what  it 
come  to,  Jim,  and  it  begun  with  chuck-farthen  on 
the  blessed  grave-stones!  That's  what  it  begun 
with,  but  it  went  further'n  that;  and  so  my  mother 
told  me,  and  predicked  the  whole,  she  did,  the 
pious  woman!  But  it  were  Providence  that  put 
me  here.  I've  thought  it  all  out  in  this  here  lonely 
island,  and  I'm  back  on  piety.  You  don't  catch 
me  tasting  rum  so  much;  but  just  a  thimbleful  for 


Il6  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

luck,  of  course,  the  first  chance  I  have.  I'm  bound 
I'll  be  good,  and  I  see  the  way  to.  And,  Jim" — 
looking  all  round  him,  and  lowering  his  voice  to  a 
whisper — "I'm  rich." 

I  now  felt  sure  that  the  poor  fellow  had  gone 
crazy  in  his  solitude,  and  I  suppose  I  must  have 
shown  the  feeling  in  my  face;  for  he  repeated  the 
statement  hotly: 

"Rich!  rich!  I  says.  And  I'll  tell  you  what:  I'll 
make  a  man  of  you,  Jim.  Ah,  Jim,  you'll  bless 
your  stars,  you  will,  you  was  the  first  that  found 
me!" 

And  at  this  there  came  suddenly  a  lowering 
shadow  over  his  face,  and  he  tightened  his  grasp 
upon  my  hand,  and  raised  a  forefinger  threaten- 
ingly before  my  eyes. 

"Now,  Jim,  you  tell  me  true:  that  ain't  Flint's 
ship?"  he  asked. 

At  this  I  had  a  happy  inspiration.  I  began  to 
believe  that  I  had  found  an  ally,  and  I  answered 
him  at  once. 

"It's  not  Flint's  ship,  and  Flint  is  dead;  but  I'll 
tell  you  true,  as  you  ask  me — there  are  some  of 
Flint's  hands  aboard;  worse  luck  for  the  rest  of 
us." 

"Not  a  man — with  one  leg?"  he  gasped. 

"Silver?"  I  asked. 

"Ah,  Silver!"  says  he;  "that  were  his  name." 

"He's  the  cook:  and  the  ringleader,  too." 

He  was  still  holding  me  by  the  wrist,  and  at 
that  he  gave  it  quite  a  wring. 

"If  you  was  sent  by  Long  John,"  he  said,  "I'm 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  WJ 

as  good  as  pork,  and  I  know  it.  But  where  was 
you,  do  you  suppose?" 

I  had  made  up  my  mind  in  a  moment,  and  by 
way  of  answer  told  him  the  whole  story  of  our 
voyage,  and  the  predicament  in  which  we  found 
ourselves.  He  heard  me  with  the  keenest  inter- 
est, and  when  I  had  done  he  patted  me  on  the 
head. 

"You're  a  good  lad,  Jim,"  he  said;  "and  you're 
all  in  a  close  hitch,  ain't  you?  Well,  you  just  put 
your  trust  in  Ben  Gunn — Ben  Gunn's  the  man  to 
do  it.  Would  you  think  it  likely,  now,  that  your 
Squire  would  prove  a  liberal-minded  one  in  case 
of  help — him  being  in  a  close  hitch,  as  you 
remark?" 

I  told  him  the  Squire  wTas  the  most  liberal  of 
men. 

"Ay,  but  you  see,"  returned  Benn  Gunn,  "I 
didn't  mean  giving  me  a  gate  to  keep,  and  a  shuit 
of  livery  clothes,  and  such;  that's  not  my.  mark, 
Jim.  What  I  mean  is,  would  he  be  likely  to  come 
down  to  the  toon  of,  say  one  thousand  pounds  out 
of  money  that's  as  good  as  a  man's  own  already?" 

"I  am  sure  he  would,"  said  I.  "As  it  was,  all 
hands  were  to  share." 

"And  a  passage  home?"  he  added,  with  a  look  of 
great  shrewdness. 

"Why,"  I  cried,  "the  Squire's  a  gentleman. 
And,  besides,  if  we  got  rid  of  the  others,  we  should 
wrant  you  to  help  work  the  vessel  home." 

"Ah,"  said  he,  "so  you  would."  And  he  seemed 
very  much  relieved. 


Il8  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

"Now,  I'll  tell  you  what,"  he  went  on.  "So 
much  I'll  tell  you,  and  no  more.  I  were  in  Flint's 
ship  when  he  buried  the  treasure ;  he  and  six  along 
— six  strong  seamen.  They  were  ashore  nigh  on 
a  week,  and  us  standing  off  and  on  in  the  old  Wal- 
rus. One  fine  day  up  went  the  signal,  and  here 
come  Flint  by  himself  in  a  little  boat,  and  his  head 
done  up  in  a  blue  scarf.  The  sun  was  getting  up, 
and  mortal  white  he  looked  about  the  cutwater. 
But  there  he  was,  you  mind,  and  the  six  all  dead — 
dead  and  buried.  How  he  done  it,  not  a  man 
aboard  us  could  make  out.  It  was  battle,  murder 
and  sudden  death,  leastways — him  against  six. 
Billy  Bones  was  the  mate;  Long  John,  he  was 
quartermaster;  and  they  asked  him  where  the 
treasure  was.  'Ah,'  says  he,  'you  can  go  ashore, 
if  you  like,  and  stay,'  he  says;  'but  as  for  the  ship, 
she'll  beat  up  for  more,  by  thunder!'  That's  what 
he  said. 

"Well,  I  was  in  another  ship  three  years  back, 
and  we  sighted  this  island.  'Boys,'  said  I,  'here's 
Flint's  treasure;  let's  land  and  find  it.'  The  cap'n 
was  displeased  at  that;  but  my  messmates  were  all 
of  a  mind,  and  landed.  Twelve  days  they  looked 
for  it,  and  every  day  they  had  the  worse  word  for 
me,  until  one  fine  morning  all  hands  went  aboard. 
'As  for  you,  Benjamin  Gunn,'  says  they,  'here's  a 
musket,'  they  says,  'and  a  spade,  and  pickaxe. 
You  can  stay  here,  and  find  Flint's  money  for 
yourself,'  they  says. 

"Well,  Jim,  three  years  have  I  been  here,  and 
not  a  bite  of  Christian  diet  from  that  dav  to  this. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 19 

But  now,  you  look  here;  look  at  me.  Do  I  look 
like  a  man  before  the  mast?  No,  says  you.  Nor 
I  weren't,  neither,  I  says." 

And  with  that  he  winked  and  pinched  me  hard. 

"Just  you  mention  them  words  to  your  Squire, 
Jim" — he  went  on:  "Nor  he  weren't,  neither — 
that's  the  words.  Three  years  he  were  the  man 
of  this  island,  light  and  dark,  fair  and  rain;  and 
sometimes  he  would,  maybe,  think  upon  a  prayer 
(says  you),  and  sometimes  he  would,  maybe,  think 
of  his  old  mother,  so  be  as  she's  alive  (you'll  say) ; 
but  the  most  part  of  Gunn's  time  (this  is  what 
you'll  say) — the  most  part  of  his  time  was  took  up 
with  another  matter.  And  then  you'll  give  him  a 
nip,  like  I  do." 

And  he  pinched  me  again  in  the  most  confiden- 
tial manner. 

"Then,"  he  continued — "then  you'll  up,  and 
say  this : — Gunn  is  a  good  man  (you'll  say),  and  he 
puts  a  precious  sight  more  confidence — a  precious 
sight,  mind  that — in  a  gen'leman  born  than  in 
these  gen'lemen  of  fortune,  having  been  one  his- 
self." 

"Well,"  I  said,  "I  don't  understand  one  word 
that  you've  been  saying.  But  that's  neither  here 
nor  there;  for  how  am  I  to  get  on  board?" 

"Ah,"  said  he,  "that's  the  hitch,  for  sure.  Well, 
there's  my  boat,  that  I  made  with  my  two  hands. 
I  keep  her  under  the  white  rock.  If  the  worst 
come  to  the  worst,  we  might  try  that  after  dark. 
Hi!"  he  broke  out,  "what's  that?" 

For  just  then,  although  the  sun  had  still  an  hour 


I20  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

or  two  to  run,  all  the  echoes  of  the  island  awoke 
and  bellowed  to  the  thunder  of  a  cannon. 

"They  have  begun  to  fight!"  I  cried.  "Follow 
me." 

And  I  began  to  run  towards  the  anchorage,  my 
terrors  all  forgotten;  while,  close  at  my  side,  the 
marooned  man  in  his  goatskins  trotted  easily  and 
lightly. 

"Left,  left,"  says  he;  "keep  to  your  left  hand, 
mate  Jim!  Under  the  trees  with  you!  Theer's 
where  I  killed  my  first  goat.  They  don't  come 
down  here  now;  they're  all  mastheaded  on  them 
mountings  for  the  fear  of  Benjamin  Gunn.  Ah; 
and  there's  the  cetemery" — cemetery,  he  must 
have  meant.  "You  see  the  mounds?  I  come 
here  and  prayed,  npws  and  thens,  when  I  thought 
maybe  a  Sunday  would  be  about  doo.  It  weren't 
quite  a  chapel,  but  it  seemed  more  solemn  like; 
and  then,  says  you,  Ben  Gunn  was  short-handed — 
no  chapling,  nor  so  much  as  a  Bible  and  a  flag, 
you  says." 

So  he  kept  talking  as  I  ran,  neither  expecting 
nor  receiving  any  answer. 

The  cannon-shot  was  followed,  after  a  consid- 
erable interval,  by  a  volley  of  small  arms. 

Another  pause,  and  then,  not  a  quarter  of  a  mile 
in  front  of  me,  I  beheld  the  Union  Jack  flutter  in 
the  air  above  a  wood. 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  121 


PART  IV. 

THE    STOCKADE. 


CHAPTER    XVI. 

NARRATIVE    CONTINUED     BY    THE    DOCTOR:     HOW 
THE  SHIP  WAS  ABANDONED. 

It  was  about  half-past  one — three  bells  in  the 
sea  phrase — that  the  two  boats  went  ashore  from 
the  Hispaniola.  The  captain,  the  Squire,  and  I 
were  talking  matters  over  in  the  cabin.  Had 
there  been  a  breath  of  wind  we  should  have  fallen 
on  the  six  mutineers  who  were  left  aboard  with  us, 
slipped  our  cable,  and  away  to  sea.  But  the  wind 
was  wanting;  and,  to  complete  our  helplessness, 
down  came  Hunter  with  the  news  that  Jim  Haw- 
kins had  slipped  into  a  boat  and  was  gone  ashore 
with  the  rest. 

It  never  occurred  to  us  to  doubt  Jim  Hawkins; 
but  we  were  alarmed  for  his  safety.  With  the 
men  in  the  temper  they  were  in,  it  seemed  an  even 
chance  if  we  should  see  the  lad  again.  We  ran  on 
deck.  The  pitch  was  bubbling  in  the  seams;  the 
nasty  stench  of  the  place  turned  me  sick;  if  ever  a 
man  smelled  fever  and  dysentery,  it  was  in  that 


122  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

abominable  anchorage.  The  six  scoundrels  were 
sitting  grumbling  under  a  sail  in  the  forecastle; 
ashore  we  could  see  the  gigs  made  fast,  and  a 
man  sitting  in  each,  hard  by  where  the  river  runs 
in.     One  of  them  was  whistling  "Lillibullero." 

Waiting  was  a  strain;  and  it  was  decided  that 
Hunter  and  I  should  go  ashore  with  the  jolly-boat 
in  quest  of  information. 

The  gigs  had  leaned  to  their  right;  but  Hunter 
and  I  pulled  straight  in,  in  the  direction  of  the 
stockade  upon  the  chart.  The.  two  who  were  left 
guarding  their  boats  seemed  in  a  bustle  at  our  ap- 
pearance; ''Lillibullero"  stopped  off,  and  I  could 
see  the  pair  discussing  what  they  ought  to  do. 
Had  they  gone  and  told  Silver,  all  might  have 
turned  out  differently;  but  they  had  their  orders, 
I  suppose,  and  decided  to  sit  quietly  where  they 
were  and  hark  back  again  to  "Lillibullero." 

There  was  a  slight  bend  in  the  coast,  and  I 
steered  so  as  to  put  it  between  us;  even  before  we 
landed  we  had  thus  lost  sight  of  the  gigs.  *  I 
jumped  out,  and  came  as  near  running  as  I  durst, 
with  a  big  silk  handkerchief  under  my  hat  for 
coolness's  sake,  and  a  brace  of  pistols  ready 
primed  for  safety. 

I  had  not  gone  a  hundred  yards  when  I  came  on 
the  stockade. 

This  was  how  it  was:  a  spring  of  clear  water 
rose  almost  at  the  top  of  a  knoll.  Well,  on  the 
knoll,  and  enclosing  the  spring,  they  had  clapped 
a  stout  log-house,  fit  to  hold  two  score  people  on  a 
pinch,  and  loopholed  for  musketry  on  every  side. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  12$ 

All  round  this  they  had  cleared  a  wide  space,  and 
then  the  thing  was  completed  by  a  paling  six  feet 
high,  without  door  or  opening,  too  strong  to  pull 
down  without  time  and  labor,  and  too  open  to 
shelter  the  besiegers.  The  people  in  the  log- 
house  had  them  in  every  way ;  they  stood  quiet  in 
shelter  and  shot  the  others  like  partridges.  All 
they  wanted  was  a  good  watch  and  food;  for, 
short  of  a  complete  surprise,  they  might  have  held 
the  place  against  a  regiment. 

What  particularly  took  my  fancy  was  the 
spring.  For,  though  we  had  a  good  enough  place 
of  it  in  the  cabin  of  the  Hispaniola,  with  plenty  of 
arms  and  ammunition,  and  things  to  eat,  and  ex- 
cellent wines,  there  had  been  one  thing  over- 
looked— we  had  no  water.  I  was  thinking  this 
over,  when  there  came  ringing  over  the  island  the 
cry  of  a  man  at  the  point  of  death.  I  was  not  new 
to  violent  death — I  have  served  his  Royal  High- 
ness the  Duke  of  Cumberland,  and  got  a  wound 
myself  at  Fontenoy — but  I  know  my  pulse  went 
dot  and  carry  one.  "Jim  Hawkins  is  gone"  was 
my  first  thought. 

It  is  something  to  have  been  an  old  soldier,  but 
more  still  to  have  been  a  doctor.  There  is  no 
time  to  dilly-dally  in  our  work.  And  so  now  I 
made  up  my  mind  instantly,  and  with  no  time  lost 
returned  to  the  shore,  and  jumped  on  board  the 
jolly-boat. 

By  good  fortune  Hunter  pulled  a  good  oar.  We 
made  the  water  fly ;  and  the  boat  was  soon  along- 
side, and  I  aboard  the  schooner. 


124  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

I  found  them  all  shaken,  as  was  natural.  The 
Squire  was  sitting  down,  as  white  as  a  sheet, 
thinking  of  the  harm  he  had  led  us  to,  the  good 
soul!  and  one  of  the  six  forecastle  hands  was  little 
better. 

"There's  a  man,"  says  Captain  Smollett,  nod- 
ding towards  him,  "new  to  this  work.  He  came 
nigh-hand  fainting,  doctor,  when  he  heard  the 
cry.  Another  touch  of  the  rudder  and  that  man 
would  join  us." 

I  told  my  plan  to  the  captain,  and  between  us 
we  settled  on  the  details  of  its  accomplishment. 

We  put  old  Redruth  in  the  gallery  between  the 
cabin  and  the  forecastle,  with  three  or  four  loaded 
muskets  and  a  mattress  for  protection.  Hunter 
brought  the  boat  round  under  the  stern-port,  and 
Joyce  and  I  set  to  work  loading  her  with  powder 
tins,  muskets,  bags  of  biscuits,  kegs  of  pork,  a 
cask  of  cognac,  and  my  invaluable  medicine 
chest. 

In  the  meantime,  the  Squire  and  the  captain 
stayed  on  deck,  and  the  latter  hailed  the  cox- 
swain, who  was  the  principal  man  aboard. 

"Mr.  Hands,"  he  said,  "here  are  two  of  us  with 
a  brace  of  pistols  each.  If  any  one  of  you  six 
make  a  signal  of  any  description,  that  man's 
dead." 

They  were  a  good  deal  taken  aback:  and,  after 
a  little  consultation,  one  and  all  tumbled  down  the 
fore  companion,  thinking,  no  doubt,  to  take  us  on 
the  rear.  But  when  they  saw  Redruth  waiting 
for  them  in  the  sparred  gallery,  they  went  about 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  125 

ship  at  once,  and  a  head  popped  out  again  on 
deck. 

"Down,  dog!"  cries  the  captain. 

And  the  head  popped  back  again ;  and  we  heard 
no  more,  for  the  time,  of  these  six  very  faint- 
hearted seamen. 

By  this  time,  tumbling  things  in  as  they  came, 
we  had  the  jolly-boat  loaded  as  much  as  we  dared. 
Joyce  and  I  got  out  through  the  stern-port,  and 
we  made  for  shore  again,  as  fast  as  oars  could 
take  us. 

This  second  trip  fairly  roused  the  watchers 
along  shore.  "Lillibullero"  was  dropped  again; 
and  just  before  we  lost  sight  of  them  behind  the 
little  point,  one  of  them  whipped  ashore  and  dis- 
appeared. I  had  half  a  mind  to  change  my  plan 
and  destroy  their  boats,  but  I  feared  that  Silver 
and  the  others  might  be  close  at  hand,  and  all 
might  very  well  be  lost  by  trying  for  too  much. 

We  had  soon  touched  land  in  the  same  place  as 
before,  and  set  to  provision  the  block  house.  All 
three  made  the  first  journey,  heavily  laden,  and 
tossed  our  stores  over  the  palisade.  Then,  leav- 
ing Joyce  to  guard  them — one  man,  to  be  sure, 
but  with  half  a  dozen  muskets — Hunter  and  I  re- 
turned to  the  jolly-boat,  and  loaded  ourselves  once 
more.  So  we  proceeded  without  pausing  to  take 
breath,  till  the  whole  cargo  was  bestowed,  when 
the  two  servants  took  up  their  position  in  the 
block  house,  and  I,  with  all  my  power,  sculled 
back  to  the  Hispaniola. 

That  we  should  have  risked  a  second  boat  load 


126  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

seems  more  daring  than  it  really  was.  They  had 
the  advantage  of  numbers,  of  course,  but  we  had 
the  advantage  of  arms.  Not  one  of  the  men 
ashore  had  a  musket,  and  before  they  could  get 
within  range  for  pistol  shooting,  we  flattered  our- 
selves we' should  be  able  to  give  a  good  account  of 
a  half-dozen  at  least. 

The  Squire  was  waiting  for  me  at  the  stern  win- 
dow, all  his  faintness  gone  from  him.  He  caught 
the  painter  and  made  it  fast,  and  we  fell  to  loading 
the  boat  for  our  very  lives.  Pork,  powder,  and 
biscuit  was  the  cargo,  with  only  a  musket  and  a 
cutlass  apiece  for  Squire  and  me  and  Redruth  and 
the  captain.  The  rest  of  the  arms  and  powder  we 
dropped  overboard  in  two  fathoms  and  a  half  of 
water,  so  that  we  could  see  the  bright  steel  shining 
far  below  us  in  the  sun,  on  the  clean,  sandy  bot- 
tom. 

By  this  time  the  tide  was  beginning  to  ebb,  and 
the  ship  was  swinging  round  to  her  anchor. 
Voices  were  heard  faintly  halloaing  in  the  direc- 
tion of  the  two  gigs;  and  though  this  reassured  us 
for  Joyce  and  Hunter,  who  were  well  to  the  east- 
ward, it  warned  our  party  to  be  off. 

Redruth  retreated  from  his  place  in  the  gallery, 
and  dropped  into  the  boat,  which  we  then  brought 
round  to  the  ship's  counter,  to  be  handier  for 
Captain  Smollett. 

"Now,  men,"  said  he,  "do  you  hear  me?" 

There  was  no  answer  from  the  forecastle. 

"It's  to  you,  Abraham  Gray — it's  to  you  I  am 
speaking." 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  \2J 

Still  no  reply. 

"Gray,"  resumed  Mr.  Smollett,  a  little  louder, 
"I  am  leaving  this  ship,  and  I  order  you  to  follow 
your  captain.  I  know  you  are  a  good  man  at  bot- 
tom, and  I  daresay  not  one  of  the  lot  of  you's  as 
bad  as  he  makes  out.  I  have  my  watch  here  in 
my  hand;  I  give  you  thirty  seconds  to  join  me  in." 

There  was  a  pause. 

"Come,  my  fine  fellow,"  continued  the  captain, 
"don't  hang  so  long  in  stays.  I'm  risking  my  life, 
and  the  lives  of  these  good  gentlemen  every  sec- 
ond." 

There  was  a  sudden  scuffle,  a  sound  of  blows, 
and  out  burst  Abraham  Gray  with  a  knife-cut  on 
the  side  of  the  cheek,  and  came  running  to  the 
captain,  like  a  dog  to  the  whistle. 

"I'm  with  you,  sir,"  said  he. 

And  the  next  moment  he  and  the  captain  had 
dropped  aboard  of  us,  and  we  had  shoved  off  and 
given  way. 

We  were  clear  out  of  the  ship;  but  not  yet 
ashore  in  our  stockade. 


CHAPTER    XVII. 

narrative   continued   by   the    doctor!    the 
jolly-boat's  last  trip. 

This  fifth  trip  was  quite  different  from  any  of 
the  others.  In  the  first  place,  the  little  gallipot  of 
a  boat  that  we  were  in  was  gravely  overloaded. 


128  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Five  grown  men,  and  three  of  them — Trelawney, 
Redruth,  and  the  captain — over  six  feet  high,  was 
already  more  than  she  was  meant  to  carry.  Add 
to  that  the  powder,  pork,  and  bread-bags.  The 
gunwale  was  lipping  astern.  Several  times  we 
shipped  a  little  water,  and  my  breeches  and  the 
tails  of  my  coat  were  all  soaking  wet  before  we 
had  gone  a  hundred  yards. 

The  captain  made  us  trim  the  boat,  and  we  got 
her  to  lie  a  little  more  evenly.  All  the  same,  we 
were  afraid  to  breathe. 

In  the  second  place,  the  ebb  was  now  making — 
a  strong  rippling  current  running  westward 
through  the  basin,  and  then  south'ard  and  sea- 
ward down  the  straits  by  which  we  had  entered  in 
the  morning.  Even  the  ripples  were  a  danger  to 
our  overloaded  craft;  but  the  worst  of  it  was 
that  we  were  swept  out  of  our  true  course,  and 
away  from  our  proper  landing-place  behind  the 
point.  If  we  let  the  current  have  its  way  we 
should  come  ashore  beside  the  gigs,  where  the 
pirates  might  appear  at  any  moment. 

"I  cannot  keep  her  head  for  the  stockade,  sir," 
said  I  to  the  captain.  I  was  steering,  while  he 
and  Redruth,  two  fresh  men,  were  at  the  oars. 
"The  tide  keeps  washing  her  down.  Could  you 
pull  a  little  stronger?" 

"Not  without  swamping  the  boat,"  said  he. 
"You  must  bear  up,  sir,  if  you  please — bear  up 
until  you  see  you're  gaining." 

I  tried,  and  found  by  experiment  that  the  tide 
kent  sweeping  us  westward  until  I  had  laid  her 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  120, 

head  due  east,  or  just  about  right  angles  to  the 
way  we  ought  to  go. 

"We'll  never  get  ashore  at  this  rate,"  said  I. 

"If  it's  the  only  course  that  we  can  lie,  sir,  we 
must  even  lie  it,"  returned  the  captain.  "We  must 
keep  up-stream.  You  see,  sir,"  he  went  on,  "if 
once  we  dropped  to  leeward  of  the  landing-place, 
it's  hard  to  say  where  we  should  get  ashore,  be- 
sides the  chance  of  being  boarded  by  the  gigs; 
whereas,  the  way  we  go  the  current  must  slacken, 
and  then  we  can  dodge  back  along  the  shore." 

"The  current's  less  a'ready,  sir,"  said  the  man 
Gray,  who  was  sitting  in  the  fore-sheets;  "you  can. 
ease  her  off  a  bit." 

"Thank  you,  my  man,"  said  I,  quite  as  if  noth- 
ing had  happened :  for  v/e  had  all  quietly  made  up* 
our  minds  to  treat  him  like  one  of  ourselves. 

Suddenly  the  captain  spoke  up  again,  and  I 
thought  his  voice  was  a  little  changed. 

"The  gun!"  said  he. 

"I  have  thought  of  that,"  said  I,  for  I  made  sure 
he  was  thinking  of  a  bombardment  of  the  fort. 
"Thev  could  never  get  the  gun  ashore,  and  if  they 
did,  they  could  never  haul  it  through  the  woods." 

"Look  astern,  doctor,"  replied  the  captain. 

We  had  entirely  forgotten  the  long  nine;  and 
there,  to  our  horror,  were  the  fives  rogues  busy 
about  her,  getting  off  her  jacket,  as  they  called  the 
stout  tarpaulin  cover  under  which  she  sailed.  Not 
only  that,  but  it  flashed  into  my  mind  at  the  same 
moment  that  the  round-shot  and  the  powder  for 
the  gun  had  been  left  behind,  and  a  stroke  with  an 


130  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

axe  would  put  it  all  into  the  possession  of  the  evil 
ones  aboard. 

''Israel  was  Flint's  gunner,"  said  Gray,  hoarsely. 

At  any  risk,  we  put  the  boat's  head  direct  for 
the  landing-place.  By  this  time  we  had  got  so 
far  out  of  the  run  of  the  current  that  we  kept 
steerage  way  even  at  our  necessarily  gentle  rate  of 
rowing,  and  I  could  keep  her  steady  for  the  goal. 
But  the  worst  of  it  was  that  with  the  course  I  now 
held,  we  turned  our  broadside  instead  of  our  stern 
to  the  Hispaniola,  and  offered  a  target  like  a  barn 
door. 

I  could  hear,  as  well  as  see,  that  brandy-faced 
rascal,  Israel  Hands,  plumping  dowrn  a  round-shot 
on  the  deck. 

"Who's  the  best  shot?"  asked  the  captain. 

"Mr.  Trelawney,  out  and  away,"  said  I. 

"Mr.  Trelawney,  will  you  please  pick  me  off  one 
of  these  men,  sir?  Hands,  if  possible,"  said  the 
captain. 

Trelawney  was  as  cool  as  steel.  He  looked  to 
the  priming  of  his  gun. 

"Now,"  said  the  captain,  "easy  with  that  gun, 
sir,  or  you'll  swamp  the  boat.  All  hands  stand  by 
to  trim  her  when  he  aims." 

The  Squire  raised  his  gun,  the  rowring  ceased, 
and  we  leaned  over  to  the  other  side  to  keep  the 
balance,  and  all  was  so  nicely  contrived  that  we 
did  not  ship  a  drop. 

They  had  the  gun,  by  this  time,  slewed  round 
upon  the  swivel,  and  Hands,  who  was  at  the  muz- 
zle with  the  rammer,  was,  in  consequence,  the 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  I3I 

most  exposed.  However,  we  had  no  luck;  for 
just  as  Trelawney  fired,  down  he  stooped,  the  ball 
whistled  over  him,  and  it  was  one  of  the  other  four 
who  fell. 

The  cry  he  gave  was  echoed,  not  only  by  his 
companions  on  board,  but  by  a  great  number  of 
voices  from  the  shore,  and  looking  in  that  direc- 
tion I  saw  the  other  pirates  trooping  out  from 
among  the  trees  and  tumbling  into  their  places  in 
the  boats. 

"Here  come  the  gigs,  sir,"  said  I. 

"Give  way  then,"  cried  the  captain.  "We 
mustn't  mind  if  we  swamp  her  now.  If  we  can't 
get  ashore,  all's  up." 

"Only  one  of  the  gigs  is  being  manned,  sir,"  I 
added,  "the  crew  of  the  other  most  likely  going 
round  by  shore  to  cut  us  off." 

"They'll  have  a  hot  run,  sir,"  returned  the  cap- 
tain. "Jack  ashore,  you  know.  It's  riot  them  I 
mind;  it's  the  round-shot.  Carpet  bowls!  My 
lady's  maid  couldn't  miss.  Tell  us,  Squire,  when 
you  see  the  match,  and  we'll  hold  water." 

In  the  meanwhile  we  had  been  making  head- 
way at  a  good  pace  for  a  boat  so  overloaded,  and 
we  had  shipped  but  little  water  in  the  process.  We 
were  now  close  in;  thirty  or  forty  strokes  and  we 
should  beach  her;  for  the  ebb  had  already  dis- 
closed a  narrow  belt  of  sand  below  the  clustering 
trees.  The  gig  was  no  longer  to  be  feared;  the 
little  point  had  already  concealed  it  from  our  eyes. 
The  ebb-tide,  which  had  so  cruelly  delayed  us, 
was  now  making  reparation,  and  delaying  our 


I'3'2  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

assailants.  The  one  source  of  danger  was  the 
gun. 

"If  I  durst,"  said  the  captain,  "I'd  stop  and  pick 
off  another  man." 

But  it  was  plain  that  they  meant  nothing  should 
delay  their  shot.  They  had  never  so  much  as 
looked  at  their  fallen  comrade,  though  he  was  not 
dead,  and  I  could  see  him  trying  to  crawl  away. 

"Ready!"  cried  the  Squire. 

"Hold!"  cried  the  captain,  quick  as  an  echo. 

And  he  and  Redruth  backed  with  a  great  heave 
that  sent  her  stern  bodily  under  water.  The  re- 
port fell  in  at  the  same  instant  of  time.  This  was 
the  first  that  Jim  heard,  the  sound  of  the  Squire's 
shot  not  having  reached  him.  Where  the  ball 
passed,  not  one  of  us  precisely  knew;  but  I  fancy 
it  must  have  been  over  our  heads,  and  that  the 
wind  of  it  may  have  contributed  to  our  disaster. 

At  any  rate,  the  boat  sank  by  the  stern,  quite 
gently,  in  three  feet  of  water,  leaving  the  captain 
and  myself,  facing  each  other,  on  our  feet.  The 
other  three  took  complete  headers,  and  came  up, 
again,  drenched  and  bubbling. 

So  far  there  was  no  great  harm.  No  lives  were 
lost,  and  we  could  wade  ashore  in  safety.  But 
there  were  all  our  stores  at  the  bottom,  and,  to 
make  things  worse,  only  two  guns  out  of  five  re- 
mained in  a  state  for  service.  Mine  I  had  snatched 
from  my  knees  and  held  over  my  head,  by  a  sort 
of  instinct.  As  for  the  captain,  he  had  carried  his 
over  his  shoulder  bv  a  bandoleer,  and,  like  a  wise 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  133 

man,  lock  uppermost.  The  other  three  had  gone 
down  with  the  boat. 

To  add  to  our  concern,  we  heard  voices  already 
drawing  near  us  in  the  woods  along  shore;  and  we 
had  not  only  the  danger  of  being  cut  off  from  the 
stockade  in  our  half-crippled  state,  but  the  fear 
before  us  whether,  if  Hunter  and  Joyce  were  at- 
tacked by  half  a  dozen,  they  would  have  the  sense 
and  conduct  to  stand  firm.  Hunter  was  steady, 
that  we  knew — Joyce  was  a  doubtful  case — a 
pleasant,  polite  man  for  a  valet,  and  to  brush  one's 
clothes,  but  not  entirely  fitted  for  a  man  of  war. 

With  all  this  in  our  minds,  we  waded  ashore  as 
fast  as  we  could,  leaving  behind  us  the  poor  jolly- 
boat,  and  a  good  half  of  all  our  powder  and  pro- 
visions. 


CHAPTER    XVIII. 

NARRATIVE  CONTINUED  BY  THE  DOCTOR:  END  OF 
THE    FIRST    DAY'S    FIGHTING. 

We  made  our  best  speed  across  the  strip  of 
wood  that  now  divided  us  from  the  stockade ;  and 
at  every  step  we  took  the  voices  of  the  buccaneers 
rang  nearer.  Soon  we  could  hear  their  footfalls 
as  they  ran,  and  the  cracking  of  the  branches  as 
thev  breasted  across  a  bit  of  thicket. 

I  began  to  see  we  should  have  a  brush  for  it  in 
earnest,  and  looked  to  my  priming. 


134  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

"Captain,"  said  I,  "Trelawney  is  the  dead  shot. 
Give  him  your  gun ;  his  own  is  useless." 

They  exchanged  guns,  and  Trelawney,  silent 
and  cool  as  he  had  been  since  the  beginning  of 
the  bustle,  hung  a  moment  on  his  heel  to  see  that 
all  was  fit  for  service.  At  the  same  time,  observ- 
ing Gray  to  be  unarmed,  I  handed  him  my  cutlass. 
It  did  all  our  hearts  good  to  see  him  spit  on  his 
hand,  knit  his  brows,  and  make  the  blade  sing 
through  the  air.  It  was  plain  from  every  line  of 
his  body  that  our  new  hand  was  worth  his  salt. 

Forty  paces  further  we  came  to  the  edge  of  the 
wood  and  saw  the  stockade  in  front  of  us.  We 
struck  the  enclosure  about  the  middle  of  the  south 
side,  and  almost  at  the  same  time,  seven  mutineers 
— Job  Anderson,  the  boatswain,  at  their  head — 
appeared  in  full  cry  at  the  southwestern  corner. 

They  paused,  as  if  taken  aback ;  and  before  they 
recovered,  not  only  the  Squire  and  I,  but  Hunter 
and  Joyce  from  the  block  house,  had  time  to  fire. 
The  four  shots  came  in  rather  a  scattering  volley; 
but  they  did  the  business :  one  of  the  enemy  actu- 
ally fell,  and  the  rest,  without  hesitation,  turned 
and  plunged  into  the  trees. 

After  reloading,  we  walked  down  the  outside  of 
the  palisade  to  see  the  fallen  enemy.  He  was 
stone  dead — shot  through  the  heart. 

We  began  to  rejoice  over  our  good  success, 
when  just  at  that  moment  a  pistol  cracked  in  the 
bush,  a  ball  whistled  close  past  my  ear,  and  poor 
Tom  Redruth  stumbled  and  fell  his  length  on  the 
ground.     Both  the  Squire  and  I  returned  the  shot. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  135 

but  as  we  had  nothing  to  aim  at,  it  is  probable  we 
only  wasted  powder.  Then  we  reloaded,  and 
turned  our  attention  to  poor  Tom. 

The  captain  and  Gray  were  already  examining 
him;  and  I  saw  with  half  an  eye  that  all  was  over. 

I  believe  the  readiness  of  our  return  volley  had 
scattered  the  mutineers  once  more,  for  we  were 
suffered  without  further  molestation  to  get  the 
poor  old  gamekeeper  hoisted  over  the  stockade, 
and  carried,  groaning  and  bleeding,  into  the  log- 
house. 

Poor  old  fellow,  he  had  not  uttered  one  word  of 
surprise,  complaint,  fear,  or  even  acquiescence, 
from  the  very  beginning  of  our  troubles  till  now, 
when  we  had  laid  him  down  in  the  log-house  to 
die.  He  had  lain  like  a  Trojan  behind  his  mat- 
tress in  the  gallery;  he  had  followed  every  order 
silently,  doggedly,  and  well;  he  was  the  oldest  of 
our  party  by  a  score  of  years;  and  now,  sullen,  old, 
serviceable  servant,  it  was  he  that  was  to  die. 

The  Squire  dropped  down  beside  him  on  his 
knees  and  kissed  his  hand,  crying  like  a  child. 

"Be  I  going,  doctor?"  he  asked. 

"Tom,  my  man,"  said  I,  "you're  going  home." 

"I  wish  I  had  had  a  lick  at  them  with  the  gun 
first,"  he  replied. 

"Tom,"  said  the  Squire,  "say  you  forgive  me, 
won't  you?" 

"Would  that  be  respectful  like,  from  me  to  you, 
Squire?"  was  the  answer.  "Howsoever,  so  be  it, 
amen!" 

After  a  little  while  of  silence,  he  said  he  thought 


I36  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

somebody  might  read  a  prayer.  'It's  the  custom, 
sir,"  he  added,  apologetically.  And  not  long 
after,  without  another  word,  he  passed  away. 

In  the  meantime  the  captain,  whom  I  had  ob- 
served to  be  wonderfully  swollen  about  the  chest 
and  pockets,  had  turned  out  a  great  many  various 
stores — the  British  colors,  a  Bible,  a  coil  of  stout- 
ish  rope,  pen,  ink,  the  log-book,  and  pounds  of 
tobacco.  He  had  found  a  longish  fir-tree  lying 
felled  and  cleared  in  the  enclosure,  and,  with  the 
help  of  Hunter,  he  had  set  it  up  at  the  corner  of 
the  log-house  where  the  trunks  crossed  and  made 
an  angle.  Then,  climbing  on  the  roof,  he  had 
with  his  own  hand  bent  and  run  up  the  colors. 

This  seemed  mightily  to  relieve  him.  He. re- 
entered the  log-house,  and  set  about  counting  up 
the  stores,  as  if  nothing  else  existed.  But  he  had 
an  eye  on  Tom's  passage  for  all  that;  and  as  soon 
as  all  was  over,  came  forward  with  another  flag, 
and  reverently  spread  it  on  the  body. 

"Don't  you  take  on,  sir,"  he  said,  shaking  the 
Squire's  hand.  "All's  well  with  him;  no  fear  for 
a  hand  that's  been  shot  down  in  his  duty  to  captain 
and  owner.  It  mayn't  be  good  divinity;  but  it's 
a  fact." 

Then  he  pulled  me  aside. 

"Dr.  Livesey,"  he  said,  "in  how  many  weeks  do 
you  and  Squire  expect  the  consort?" 

I  told  him  it  was  a  question,  not  of  weeks,  but 
of  months;  that  if  we  were  not  back  by  the  end  of 
August,  Blandly    was    to    send    to    find  us;    but 


TREASURE    ISLAND,  137 

neither  sooner  nor  later.  "You  can  calculate  for 
yourself,"  I  said. 

"Why,  yes,"  returned  the  captain,  scratching 
his  head,  "and  making  a  large  allowance,  sir,  for 
all  the  gifts  of  Providence,  1  should  say  we  were 
pretty  close  hauled." 

"How  do  you  mean?"  I  asked. 

"It's  a  pity-  sir,  we  lost  that  second  load.  That's 
■what  I  mean,  replied  the  captain.  "As  for  pow- 
der and  shot,  we'll  do.  But  the  rations  are  short, 
very  short — so  short,  Doctor  Livesey,  that  we're, 
perhaps,  as  well  without  that  extra  mouth." 

And  he  pointed  to  the  dead  body  under  the 
fag. 

Just  then,  with  a  roar  and  a  whistle,  a  round- 
shot  passed  high  above  the  roof  of  the  log-house 
and  plumped  far  beyond  us  in  the  wood. 

"Oho!"  said  the  captain.  "Blaze  away!  You've 
little  enough  powder  already,  my  lads." 

At  the  second  trial,  the  aim  was  better,  and  the 
ball  descended  inside  the  stockade,  scattering  a 
cloud  of  sand,  but  doing  no  further  damage. 

"Captain,"  said  the  Squire,  "the  house  is  quite 
invisible  from  the  ship.  It  must  be  the  flag  they 
are  aiming  at.  Would  it  not  be  wiser  to  take  it 
in?" 

"Strike  my  colors!"  cried  the  captain.  "No, 
sir,  not  I;"  and,  as  soon  as  he  had  said  the  words, 
I  think  we  all  agreed  with  him.  For  it  was  not 
only  a  piece  of  stout,  seamanly,  good  feeling-;  it 
was  good  policy,  besides,  and  snowed  our  enemies 
that  we  despised  their  cannonade. 


I38  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

All  through  the  evening  they  kept  thundering 
away.  Ball  after  ball  flew  over  or  fell  short,  or 
kicked  up  the  sand  in  the  enclosure ;  but  they  had 
to  fire  so  high  that  the  shot  fell  dead  and  buried 
itself  in  the  soft  sand.     We  had  no  ricochet  to 

.  fear;  and  though  one  popped  in  through  the  roof 
of  the  log-house  and  out  again  through  the  floor, 
we  soon  got  used  to  that  sort  of  horse-play,  and 
minded  it  no  more  than  cricket. 

"There  is  one  thing  good  about  all  this.'" 
observed  the  captain:  "the  wood  in  front  of  us  is 
likely  clear.  The  ebb  has  made  a  good  while;  our 
stores  should  be  uncovered.  Volunteers  to  go 
and  bring  in  pork." 

Gray  and  Hunter  were  the  first  to  come  for- 
ward. Well  armed,  they  stole  out  of  the  stock- 
ade; but  it  proved  a  useless  mission.  The  muti- 
neers were  bolder  than  we  fancied,  or  they  put 
more  trust  in  Israel's  gunnery.  For  four  or  five 
of  them  were  busy  carrying  off  our  stores,  and 
wading  out  with  them  to  one  of  the  gigs  that  lay 
close  by,  pulling  an  oar  or  so  to  hold  her  steady 
against  the  current.  Silver  wras  in  the  stern-sheets 
in  command;  and  every  man  of  them  was  now 
provided  with  a  musket  from  some  secret  maga- 
zine of  their  own. 

The  captain  sat  down  to  his  log,  and  here  is  the 
beginning  of  the  entry: 

*  "Alexander  Smollett,  master;  David  Livesey. 
ship's  doctor;  Abraham  Gray,  carpenter's  mate: 
John  Trelawney,  owner;  John  Hunter  and  Rich- 
ard Jovce,  owner's  servants,  landsmen — beinir  all 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  139 

that  is  left  faithful  of  the  ship's  company — with 
stores  for  ten  days  at  short  rations,  came  ashore 
this  day,  and  flew  British  colors  on  the  log-house 
in  Treasure  Island.  Thomas  Redruth,  owner's 
servant,  landsman,  shot  by  the  mutineers;  James 
Hawkins,  cabin-boy" 

And  at  the  same  time  I  was  wondering  over 
poor  Jim  Hawkins's  fate. 

A  hail  on  the  land  side. 

"Somebody's  hailing  us,"  said  Hunter,  who  was 
on  guard. 

"Doctor!  Squire!  captain!  Hullo,  Hunter,  is 
that  you?"  came  the  cries. 

And  I  ran  to  the  door  in  time  to  see  Jim  Haw- 
kins, safe  and  sound,  come  climbing  over  the 
stockade. 


CHAPTER    XIX. 

NARRATIVE  RESUMED  BY  JIM  HAWKINS:  THE  GAR- 
RISON   IN    THE    STOCKADE. 

As  soon  as  Ben  Gunn  saw  the  colors  he  came  to 
a  halt,  stopped  me  by  the  arm,  and  sat  down. 

"Now,"  said  he,  "there's  your  friends,  sure 
enough." 

"Far  more  likely  it's  the  mutineers,"  I  an- 
swered. 

"That!"  he  cried.  "Why,  in  a  place  like  this, 
where  nobody  puts  in  but  gen'lemen  of  fortune, 


I40  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Silver  would  fly  the  Jolly  Roger,  you  don't  make 
no  doubt  of  that.  No;  that's  your  friends.  There's 
been  blows,  too,  and  I  reckon  your  friends  has  had 
the  best  of  it;  and  here  they  are  ashore  in  the  old 
stockade,  as  was  made  years  and  years  ago  by 
Flint.  Ah,  he  was  the  man  to  have  a  headpiece, 
was  Flint!  Barring  rum,  his  match  were  never 
seen.  He  were  afraid  of  none,  not  he;  on'y  Silver 
— Silver  was  that  genteel." 

"Well,"  said  I,  "that  may  be  so,  and  so  be  it;  all 
the  more  reason  that  I  should  hurry  on  and  join 
my  friends." 

"Nay,  mate,"  returned  Ben,  "not  you.  You're 
a  good  boy,  or  I'm  mistook ;  but  you're  on'y  a  boy, 
all  told.  Now,  Ben  Gunn  is  fly.  Rum  wouldn't 
bring  me  there,  where  you're  going — not  rum 
wouldn't,  till  I  see  your  born  gen'leman,  and  gets 
it  on  his  word  of  honor.  And  you  won't  forget 
my  words:  'A  precious  sight  (that's  what  you'll 
say),  a  precious  sight  more  confidence' — and  then 
nips  him." 

And  he  pinched  me  the  third  time  with  the  same 
air  of  cleverness. 

"And  when  Ben  Gunn  is  wanted,  you  know 
where  to  find  him,  Jim.  Just  wheer  you  found 
him  to-day.  And  him  that  comes  is  to  have  a 
white  thing  in  his  hand:  and  he's  to  come  alone. 
Oh!  and  you'll  say  this:  'Ben  Gun,'  says  you,  'has 
reasons  of  his  own.'  " 

"Well,"  said  I,  "I  believe  I  understand.  You 
have  something  to  propose,  and  you  wish  to  see 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  I4I 

the  Squire  or  the  doctor;  and  you're  to  be  found 
where  I  found  you.     Is  that  all?" 

"And  when?  says  you,"  he  added.  "Why,  from 
about  noon  observation  to  about  six  bells." 

"Good,"  said  I,  "and  now  may  I  go?" 

"You  won't  forget?"  he  inquired  anxiously. 
"Precious  sight,  and  reasons  of  his  own,  says  you. 
Reasons  of  his  own;  that's  the  mainstay;  as  be- 
tween man  and  man.  Well,  then" — still  holding 
me — "I  reckon  you  can  go,  Jim.  And,  Jim,  if 
you  was  to  see  Silver,  you  wouldn't  go  for  to  sell 
Ben  Gunn?  wild  horses  wouldn't  draw  it  from 
you?  No,  says  you.  And  if  them  pirates  camp 
ashore,  Jim,  what  would  you  say  but  there'd  be 
widders  in  the  morning?" 

Here  he  was  interrupted  by  a  loud  report,  and  a 
cannon  ball  came  tearing  through  the  trees  and 
pitched  in  the  sand,  not  a  hundred  yards  from 
where  we  two  were  talking.  The  next  moment 
each  of  us  had  taken  to  his  heels  in  a  different  di- 
rection. 

For  a  good  hour  to  come  frequent  reports 
shook  the  island,  and  balls  kept  crashing  through 
the  wood.  I  moved  from  hiding-place  to  hiding- 
place,  always  pursued,  or  so  it  seemed  to  me,  by 
these  terrifying  missiles.  But  towards  the  end  of 
the  bombardment,  though  still  I  durst  not  ven- 
ture in  the  direction  of  the  stockade,  where  the 
balls  fell  oftenest,  I  had  begun,  in  a  manner,  to 
pluck  up  my  heart  again ;  and  after  a  long  detour 
to  the  east,  crept  down  among  the  shore-side 
trees. 


H2  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

The  sun  had  just  set,  the  sea  breeze  was  rustling 
and  tumbling  in  the  woods,  and  ruffling  the  grev 
surface  of  the  anchorage;  the  tide,  too,  was  far  out, 
and  great  tracts  of  sand  lay  uncovered;  the  air, 
after  the  heat  of  the  day,  chilled  me  through  my 
jacket. 

The  Hispaniola  still  lay  where  she  had  an- 
chored; but,  sure  enough,  there  was  the  Jolly 
Roger— the  black  flag  of  piracy — flying  from  her 
peak.  Even  as  I  looked,  there  came  another  red 
flash  and  another  report,  that  sent  the  echoes  clat- 
tering, and  one  more  round-shot  whistled  through 
the  air.     It  was  the  last  of  the  cannonade. 

I  lay  for  some  time,  watching  the  bustle  which 
succeeded  the  attack.  Men  were  demolishing 
something  with  axes  on  the  beach  near  the  stock- 
ade; the  poor  jolly-boat,  I  afterwards  discovered. 
Away,  near  the  mouth  of  the  river,  a  great  fire 
was  glowing  among  the  trees,  and  between  that 
point  and  the  ship  one  of  the  gigs  kept  coming 
and  going,  the  men,  whom  I  had  seen  so  gloomy, 
shouting  at  the  oars  like  children.  But  there  was 
a  sound  in  their  voices  which  suggested  rum. 

At  length  I  thought  I  might  return  towards  the 
stockade.  I  was  pretty  far  down  on  the  low. 
sandy  spit  that  incloses  the  anchorage  to  the  east, 
and  is  joined  at  half-water  to  Skeleton  Island,  and 
now,  as  I  rose  to  my  feet,  I  saw,  some  distance 
further  down  the  spit,  and  rising  from  among  low 
bushes,  an  isolated  rock,  pretty  high,  and  pecu- 
liarly white  in  color.  It  occurred  to  me  that  this 
might  be  the  white  rock  of  which  Ben  Gunn  had 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  143 

spoken,  and  that  some  day  or  other  a  boat  might 
be  wanted,  and  I  should  know  where  to  look  for 
one. 

Then  I  skirted  among  the  woods  until  I  had 
regained  the  rear,  or  shoreward  side,  of  the  stock- 
ade, and  was  soon  warmly  welcomed  by  the  faith- 
ful party. 

I  had  soon  told  my  story,  and  began  to  look 
about  me.  The  log-house  was  made  of  unsquared 
trunks  of  pine — roof,  walls,  and  floor.  The  latter 
stood  in  several  places  as  much  as  a  foot  or  a  foot 
and  a  half  above  the  surface  of  the  sand.  There 
was  a  porch  at  the  door,  and  under  this  porch  the 
little  spring  welled  up  into  an  artificial  basin  of  a 
rather  odd  kind — no  other  than  a  great  ship's  ket- 
tle of  iron,  with  the  bottom  knocked  out,  and  sunk 
"to  her  bearings,"  as  the  captain  said,  among  the 
sand. 

Little  had  been  left  beside  the  framework  of  the 
house;  but  in  one  corner  there  was  a  stone  slab 
laid  down  by  way  of  hearth,  and  an  old  rusty  iron 
basket  to  contain  the  fire. 

The  slopes  of  the  knoll  and  all  the  inside  of  the 
stockade  had  been  cleared  of  timber  to  build  the 
house,  and  we  could  see  by  the  stumps  what  a  fine 
and  lofty  grove  had  been  destroyed.  Most  of  the 
soil  had  been  washed  away  or  buried  in  drift  after 
the  removal  of  the  trees ;  only  where  the  streamlet 
ran  down  from  the  kettle  a  thick  bed  of  moss  and 
some  ferns  and  little  creeping  bushes  were  still 
green  among  the  sand.  Very  close  around  the 
stockade — too  close  for  defence,  they  said — the 


144  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

wood  still  flourished  high  and  dense,  all  of  fir  on 
the  land  side,  but  towards  the  sea  with  a  large 
admixture  of  live-oaks. 

The  cold  evening  breeze  of  which  I  have  spoken 
whistled  through  every  chink  of  the  rude  building, 
and  sprinkled  the  floor  with  a  continual  rain  of 
fine  sand.  There  was  sand  in  our  eyes,  sand  in 
our  teeth,  sand  in  our  suppers,  sand  dancing  in 
the  spring  at  the  bottom  of  the  kettle,  for  all  the 
world  like  porridge  beginning  to  boil.  Our 
chimney  was  a  square  hole  in  the  roof;  it  was  but 
a  little  part  of  the  smoke  that  found  its  way  out. 
and  the  rest  eddied  about  the  house,  and  kept  us 
coughing  and  piping  the  eye. 

Add  to  this  that  Gray,  the  new  man,  had  his  face 
tied  up  in  a  bandage  for  a  cut  he  had  got  in  break- 
ing away  from  the  mutineers;  and  that  poor  old 
Tom  Redruth,  still  unburied,  lay  along  the  wall, 
stiff  and  stark,  under  the  Union  Jack. 

If  we  had  been  allowed  to  sit  idle,  we  should  all 
have  fallen  in  the  blues,  but  Captain  Smollett  was 
never  the  man  for  that.  All  hands  were  called 
up  before  him,  and  he  divided  us  into  watches. 
The  doctor,  and  Gray,  and  I,  for  one;  the  Squire, 
Hunter,  and  Joyce  upon  the  other.  Tired  as  we 
all  were,  two  were  sent  out  for  firewood;  two 
more  were  set  to  dig  a  grave  for  Redruth ;  the  doc- 
tor was  named  cook;  I  was  put  sentry  at  the  door; 
and  the  captain  himself  went  from  one  to  another, 
keeping  up  our  spirits  and  lending  a  hand  wher- 
ever it  was  wanted.  • 

From  time  to  time  the  doctor  came  to  the  door 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  145 

for  a  little  air  and  to  rest  his  eyes,  which  were 
almost  smoked  out  of  his  head;  and  whenever  he 
did  so,  he  had  a  word  for  me. 

"That  man  Smollett,"  he  said  once,  "is  a  better 
man  than  I  am.  And  when  I  say  that  it  means  a 
deal,  Jim." 

Another  time  he  came  and  was  silent  for  a 
while.  Then  he  put  his  head  on  one  side,  ana 
looked  at  me. 

"Is  this  Ben  Gunn  a  man?"  he  asked. 

"I  do  not  know,  sir,"  said  I.  "I  am  not  very 
sure  whether's  he  sane." 

"If  there's  any  doubt  about  the  matter,  he  is," 
returned  the  doctor.  "A  man  who  has  been  three 
years  biting  his  nails  on  a  desert  island,  Jim,  can't 
expect  to  appear  as  sane  as  you  or  me.  It  doesn't 
lie  in  human  nature.  Was  it  cheese  you  said  he 
had  a  fancy  for?" 

"Yes,  sir,  cheese,"  I  answered. 

"Well,  Jim,"  says  he,  "just  see  the  good  that 
comes  of  being  dainty  in  your  food.  You've  seen 
my  snuff-box,  haven't  you?  And  you  never  saw 
me  take  snuff;  the  reason  being  that  in  my  snuff- 
box I  carry  a  piece  of  Parmesan  cheese — a  cheese 
made  in  Italy,  very  nutritious.  Well,  that's  for 
Ben  Gunn!" 

Before  supper  was  eaten  we  buried  old  Tom  in 
the  sand,  and  stood  round  him  for  a  while  bare- 
headed in  the  breeze.  A  good  deal  of  firewood 
had  been  got  in,  but  not  enough  for  the  captain's 
fancy;  and  he  shook  his  head  over  it,  and  told  us 
we  "must  get  back  to  this  to-morrow  rather  live- 


I46  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

lier."  Then,  when  we  had  eaten  our  pork,  and 
each  had  a  good  stiff,  glass  of  brandy  grog,  the 
three  chiefs  got  together  in  a  corner  to  discuss 
our  prospects. 

It  appears  they  were  at  their  wits'  end  what  to 
do,  the  stores  being  so  low  that  we  must  have  been 
starved  into  surrender  long  before  help  came. 
But  our  best  hope,  it  was  decided,  was  to  kill  off 
the  buccaneers  until  they  either  hauled  down  their 
flag  or  ran  away  with  the  Hispaniola.  From 
nineteen  they  were  already  reduced  to  fifteen,  two 
others  were  wounded,  and  one,  at  least — the  man 
shot  beside  the  gun — severely  wounded,  if  he 
were  not  dead.  Every  time  we  had  a  crack  at 
them  we  were  to  take  it,  saving  our  own  lives  with 
the  extremest  care.  And,  besides  that,  we  had 
two  able  allies — rum  and  the  climate. 

As  for  the  first,  though  we  were  about  half  a 
mile  away,  we  could  hear  them  roaring  and  sing- 
ing late  into  the  night;  and  as  for  the  second,  the 
doctor  staked  his  wig  that,  camped  where  they 
were  in  the  marsh  and  unprovided  with  remedies, 
the  half  of  them  would  be  on  their  backs  before  a 
week. 

''So,"  he  added,  "if  we  are  not  all  shot  down 
first  they'll  be  glad  to  be  packing  in  the  schooner. 
It's  always  a  ship,  and  they  can  get  to  buccaneer- 
ing again,  I  suppose." 

"First  ship  that  ever  I  lost,"  said  Captain 
Smollett. 

I  was  dead  tired,  as  you  may  fancy;  and  when 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  147 

I  got  to  sleep,  which  was  not  till  after  a  great  deal 
of  tossing,  I  slept  like  a  log  of  wood. 

The  rest  had  long  been  up,  and  had  already 
breakfasted  and  increased  the  pile  of  firewood  by 
about  half  as  much  again,  when  I  was  awakened 
by  a  bustle  and  the  sound  of  voices. 

"Flag  of  truce!"  I  heard  some  one  say;  and 
then,  immediately  after,  with  a  cry  of  surprise, 
"Silver  himself!" 

And  at  that  up  I  jumped  and,  rubbing  my  eyes, 
ran  to  a  loophole  in  the  wall. 


CHAPTER    XX. 
silver's  embassy. 

Sure  enough,  there  were  two  men  just  outside 
the  stockade,  one  of  them  waving  a  white  cloth: 
the  other,  no  less  a  person  than  Silver  himself, 
standing  placidly  by. 

It  was  still  quite  early,  and  the  coldest  morning 
that  I  think  I  ever  was  abroad  in;  a  chill  that 
pierced  into  the  marrow.  The  sky  was  bright 
and  cloudless  overhead,  and  the  tops  of  the  trees 
shone  rosily  in  the  sun.  But  where  Silver  stood 
with  his  lieutenant  all  wras  still  in  shadow,  and 
they  waded  knee  deep  in  a  low,  white  vapor,  that 
had  crawled  during-  the  night  out  of  the  morass. 
The  chill  and  the  vapor  taken  together  told  a  poor 


I48  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

tale  of  the  island.  It  was  plainly  a  damp,  feverish, 
unhealthy  spot. 

"Keep  indoors,  men,"  said  the  captain.  "Ten 
to  one  this  is  a  trick." 

Then  he  hailed  the  buccaneer. 

"Who  goes?     Stand,  or  we  fire." 

"Flag  of  truce!"  cried  Silver. 

The  captain  was  in  the  porch,  keeping  himself 
carefully  out  of  the  way  of  a  treacherous  shot 
should  any  be  intended.  He  turned  and  spoke 
to  us: 

"Doctor's  watch  on  the  lookout.  Dr.  Livesey, 
take  the  north  side,  if  you  please;  Jim,  the  east; 
Gray,  west.  The  watch  below,  all  hands  to  load 
muskets.     Lively,  men,  and  careful!" 

And  then  he  turned  again  to  the  mutineers. 

"And  what  do  you  want  with  your  flag  of 
truce?"  he  cried. 

This  time  it  was  the  other  man  who  replied: 

"Cap'n  Silver,  sir;  to  come  on  board  and  make 
terms,"  he  shouted. 

"Cap'n  Silver!  Don't  know  him.  Who's  he?" 
cried  the  captain.  "And  we  could  hear  him  ad- 
ding to  himself:  "Cap'n,  is  it?  My  heart,  and 
here's  promotion." 

Long  John  answered  for  himself. 

"Me,  sir.  These  poor  lads  have  chosen  me 
cap'n,  after  your  desertion,  sir" — laying  a  partic- 
ular emphasis  upon  the  word  "desertion."  "We 
are  willing  to  submit,  if  we  can  come  to  terms,  and 
no  bones  about  it.  All  I  ask  is  your  word,  Cap'n 
Smollett,  to  let  me  safe  and  sound  out  of  this  here 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  149 

stockade,  and  one  minute  to  get  out  o'  shot  before 
a  gun  is  fired." 

"My  man,"  said  Captain  Smollett,  "I  have  not 
the  slightest  desire  to  talk  to  you.  If  you  wish  to 
talk  to  me  you  can  come,  that's  all.  If  there's 
any  treachery  it'll  be  on  your  side,  and  the  Lord 
help  you!" 

"That's  enough,  cap'n,"  shouted  Long  John, 
cheerily.  "A  word  from  you's  enough.  I  know 
a  gentleman,  and  you  may  lay  to  that." 

We  could  see  the  man  who  carried  the  flag  of 
truce  attempting  to  hold  Silver  back.  Nor  was 
that  wonderful,  seeing  how  cavalier  had  been  the 
captain's  answer.  But  Silver  laughed  at  him 
aloud,  and  slapped  him  on  the  back,  as  if  the  idea 
of  alarm  had  been  absurd.  Then  he  advanced  to 
the  stockade,  threw  over  his  crutch,  got  a  leg  up, 
and  with  great  vigor  and  skill  succeeded  in  sur- 
mounting the  fence  and  dropping  safely  to  the 
other  side. 

I  will  confess  that  I  was  far  too  much  taken  up 
with  what  was  going  on  to  be  of  the  slightest  use 
as  sentry;  indeed,  I  had  already  deserted  my  east- 
ern loophole,  and  crept  up  behind  the  captain, 
who  had  now  seated  himself  on  the  threshold, 
with  his  elbows  on  his  knees,  his  head  in  his 
hands,  and  his  eyes  fixed  on  the  water,  as  it  bub- 
bled out  of  the  old  iron  kettle  in  the  sand.  He 
was  whistling  to  himself,  "Come,  Lasses  and 
Lads." 

Silver  had  terrible  hard  work  getting  up  the 
knoll.      What  with  the  steepness  of  the  incline, 


150  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

the  thick  tree  stumps,  and  the  soft  sand,  he  and 
his  crutch  were  as  helpless  as  a  ship  in  stays.  But 
he  stuck  to  it  like  a  man  in  silence,  and  at  last  ar- 
rived before  the  captain,  whom  he  saluted  in  the 
handsomest  style.  He  was  tricked  out  in  his  best; 
an  immense  blue  coat,  thick  with  brass  buttons, 
hung  as  low  as  to  his  knees,  and  a  fine  laced  hat 
was  set  on  the  back  of  his  head. 

"Here  you  are,  my  man,"  said  the  captain,  rais- 
ing his  head.     "You  had  better  sit  down." 

"You  ain't  a-going  to  let  me  inside,  cap'n?" 
complained  Long  John.  "It's  a  main  cold  morn- 
ing, to  be  sure,  sir,  to  sit  outside  upon  the  sand." 

"Why,  Silver,"  said  the  captain,  "if  you  had 
pleased  to  be  an  honest  man  you  might  have  been 
sitting  in  your  galley.  It's  your  own  doing. 
You're  either  my  ship's  cook — and  then  you  were 
treated  handsome — or  Cap'n  Silver,  a  common 
mutineer  and  pirate,  and  then  you  can  go  hang!" 

"Well,  cap'n,"  returned  the  sea  cook,  sitting 
down  as  he  was  bidden  on  the  sand,  "you'll  have 
to  give  me  a  hand  up  again,  that's  all.  A  sweet, 
pretty  place  you  have  of  it  here.  Ah,  there's  Jim. 
The  top  of  the  morning  to  you,  Jim.  Doctor, 
here's  mv  service.  Why,  there  you  all  are  to- 
gether, like  a  happy  family,  in  a  manner  of  speak- 
ing." 

"If  you  have  anything  to  say,  my  man,  better 
say  it,"  said  the  captain. 

"Right  you  are,  Cap'n  Smollett,"  replied  Silver. 
"Dooty  is  dooty,  to  be  sure.  Well,  now,  you  look 
here;  that  was  a  good  lav  of  vours  last  night.     I 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 51 

don't  deny  it  was  a  good  lay.  Some  of  you  pretty 
handy  with  a  handspike-end;  and  I'll  not  deny, 
neither,  but  what  some  of  my  people  was  shook 
— maybe  all  was  shook;  maybe  I  was  shook  my- 
self; maybe  that's  why  I'm  here  for  terms.  But 
you  mark  me,  cap'n,  it  won't  do  twice,  by  thun- 
der! We'll  have  to  do  sentry-go,  and  ease  off  a 
point  or  so  on  the  rum.  Maybe  you  think  we 
were  all  a  sheet  in  the  wind's  eye.  But  I'll  tell 
you  I  was  sober;  I  was  on'y  dog  tired;  and  if  I'd 
awoke  a  second  sooner  I'd  a  caught  you  at  the  act, 
I  would.  He  wasn't  dead  when  I  got  round  to 
him,  not  he." 

"Well?"  says  Captain  Smollett,  as  cool  as  can 
be. 

All  that  Silver  said  was  a  riddle  to  him,  but  you 
would  never  have  guessed  it  from  his  tone.  As 
for  me,  I  began  to  have  an  inkling.  Ben  Gunn's 
last  words  came  back  to  my  mind.  I  began  to 
suppose  that  he  had  paid  the  buccaneers  a  visit 
while  they  all  lay  drunk  together  round  their  fire, 
and  I  reckoned  up  with  glee  that  we  had  only 
fourteen  enemies  to  deal  with. 

"Well,  here  it  is,"  said  Silver.  "WTe  want  that 
treasure,  and  we'll  have  it — that's  our  point!  You 
would  just  as  soon  save  your  lives,  I  reckon;  and 
that's  yours.     You  have  a  chart,  haven't  you?" 

"That's  as  may  be,"  replied  the  captain. 

"Oh,  well,  you  have,  I  know  that,"  returned 
Long  John.  "You  needn't  be  so  husky  with  a 
man;  there  ain't  a  particle  of  service  in  that,  and 
you  may  lay  to  it.     What  I  mean  is,  we  want  your 


152  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

chart.  Now,  I  never  meant  you  no  harm,  my- 
self." 

"That  won't  do  with  me,  my  man,"  interrupted 
the  captain.  "We  know  exactly  what  you  meant 
to  do,  and  we  don't  care;  for  now,  you  see,  you 
can't  do  it." 

And  the  captain  looked  at  him  calmly,  and  pro- 
ceeded to  fill  a  pipe. 

"If  Abe  Gray" Silver  broke  out. 

"Avast  there!"  cried  Mr.  Smollett.  "Gray  told 
me  nothing,  and  I  asked  him  nothing;  and  what's 
more,  I  would  see  you  and  him  and  this  whole 
island  blown  clean  out  of  the  water  into  blazes 
first.  So  there's  my  mind  for  you,  my  man,  on 
that." 

This  little  whiff  of  temper  seemed  to  cool  Silver 
down.  He  had  been  growing  nettled  before,  but 
now  he  pulled  himself  together. 

"Like-enough,"  said  he.  "I  would  set  no  limits 
to  what  gentlemen  might  consider  shipshape,  or 
might  not,  as  the  case  was.  And,  seein'  as  how 
you  are  about  to  take  a  pipe,  cap'n,  I'll  make  so 
free  as  do  likewise." 

And  he  filled  a  pipe  and  lighted  it;  and  the  two 
men  sat  silently  smoking  for  quite  a  while,  now 
looking  each  other  in  the  face,  now  stopping  their 
tobacco,  now  leaning  forward  to  spit.  It  was  as 
good  as  the  play  to  see  them. 

"Now,"  resumed  Silver,  "here  it  is.  You  give 
us  the  chart  to  get  the  treasure  by,  and  drop  shoot- 
ing poor  seamen,  and  stoving  of  their  heads  in 
while  asleep.     You  do  that,  and  we'll  offer  you  a 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  153 

choice.  Either  you  come  aboard  along  of  us, 
once  the  treasure  shipped,  and  then  I'll  give  you 
my  afty-davy,  upon  my  word  of  honor,  to  clap  you 
somewhere  safe  ashore.  Or,  if  that  ain't  to  your 
fancy,  some  of  my  hands  being  rough,  and  having 
old  scores,  on  account  of  hazing,  then  you  can 
stay  here,  you  can.  We'll  divide  stores  with  you, 
man  for  man;  and  I'll  give  my  afty-davy,  as  be- 
fore, to  speak  the  first  ship  I  sight,  and  send  'em 
here  to  pick  you  up.  Now,  you'll  own  that's  talk- 
ing. Handsomer  you  couldn't  look  to  get,  not 
you.  And  I  hope"— raising  his  voice — "that  all 
hands  in  this  here  block-house  will  overhaul  my 
words,  for  what  is  spoke  to  one  is  spoke  to  all." 

Captain  Smollett  rose  from  his  seat,  and 
knocked  out  the  ashes  of  his  pipe  in  the  palm  of  his 
left  hand. 

"Is  that  all?"  he  asked. 

"Every  last  word,  by  thunder!"  answTered  John. 
"Refuse  that,  and  you've  seen  the  last  of  me  but 
musket-balls." 

"Very  good,"  said  the  captain.  "Now  you'll 
hear  me.  If  you'll  come  up  one  by  one,  un- 
armed, I'll  engage  to  clap  you  all  in  irons,  and 
take  you  home  to  a  fair  trial  in  England.  If  you 
won't,  my  name  is  Alexander  Smollett,  I've  flown 
my  sovereign's  colors,  and  I'll  see  you  all  to  Davy 
Jones.  You  can't  find  the  treasure.  You  can't 
sail  the  ship — there's  not  a  man  among  you  fit  to 
sail  the  ship.  You  can't  fight  us — Gray,  there, 
got  away  from  five  of  you.  Your  ship's  in  irons, 
Master  Silver;  you're  on  a  lee  shore,  and  so  you'll 


154  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

find.  I  stand  here  and  tell  you  so;  and  they're 
the  last  good  words  you'll  get  from  me ;  for,  in  the 
name  of  heaven,  I'll  put  a  bullet  in  your  hack 
when  next  I  meet  you.  Tramp,  my  lad.  Bundle 
out  of  this,  please,  hand  over  hand,  and  double 
quick." 

Silver's  face  was  a  picture:  his  eyes  started  in 
his  head  with  wrath.  He  shook  the  fire  out  of  his 
pipe. 

"Give  me  a  hand  up!"  he  cried. 

"Not  I,"  returned  the  captain. 

"Who'll  give  me  a  hand  up?"  he  roared. 

Not  a  man  among  us  moved.  Growling  the 
foulest  imprecations,  he  crawled  along  the  sand 
till  he  got  hold  of  the  porch  and  could  hoist  him- 
self again  upon  his  crutch.  Then  he  spat  into  the 
spring. 

"There!"  he  cried,  "that's  what  I  think  of  ye. 
Before  an  hour's  out,  I'll  stove  in  your  old  block- 
house like  a  rum  puncheon.  Laugh,  by  thunder, 
laugh!  Before  an  hour's  out,  ye'll  laugh  upon 
the  other  side.  Them  that  die'll  be  the  lucky 
ones." 

And  with  a  dreadful  oath  he  stumbled  off. 
ploughed  down  the  sand,  was  helped  across  the 
stockade,  after  four  or  five  failures,  by  the  man 
with  the  flag  of  truce,  and  disappeared  in  an  in- 
stant afterwards  among  the  trees. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  155 

CHAPTER    XXL 

THE    ATTACK. 

As  soon  as  Silver  disappeared,  the  captain,  who 
had  been  closely  watching-  him,  turned  towards 
the  interior  of  the  house,  and  found  not  a  man  of 
us  at  his  post  but  Gray.  It  was  the  first  time  we 
had  ever  seen  him  angry. 

"Quarters!"  he  roared.  And  then,  as  we  all 
slunk  back  to  our  places,  "Gray,"  he  said,  "I'll  put 
your  name  in  the  log ;  you've  stood  by  your  duty 
like  a  seaman.  Mr.  Trelawney,  I'm  surprised  at 
you,  sir.  Doctor,  I  thought  you  had  worn  the 
king's  coat!  If  that  was  how  you  served  at  Fon- 
tenoy,  sir,  you'd  have  been  better  in  your  berth." 

The  doctor's  watch  were  all  back  at  their  loop- 
holes, the  rest  were  busy  loading  the  spare  mus- 
kets, and  every  one  with  a  red  face,  you  may  be 
certain,  and  a  flea  in  his  ear,  as  the  saying  is. 

The  captain  looked  on  for  a  while  in  silence. 
Then  he  spoke. 

"My  lads,"  said  he,  "I've  given  Silver  a  broad- 
side. I  pitched  it  in  red-hot  on  purpose;  and 
before  the  hour's  out,  as  he  said,  we  shall  be 
boarded.  We're  outnumbered,  I  needn't  tell  you 
that,  but  we  fight  in  shelter;  and,  a  minute  ago,  I 
should  have  said  we  fought  with  discipline.  I've 
no  manner  of  doubt  that  we  can  drub  them,  if  you 
choose." 


I56  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Then  he  went  the  rounds,  and  saw,  as  he  said, 
that  all  was  clear. 

On  the  two  short  sides  of  the  house,  east  and 
west,  there  were  only  two  loopholes ;  on  the  south 
side  where  the  porch  was,  two  again;  and  on  the 
north  side,  five.  There  was  a  round  score  of  mus- 
kets for  the  seven  of  us;  the  firewood  had  been 
built  into  four  piles — tables,  you  might  say — one 
about  the  middle  of  each  side,  and  on  each  of 
these  tables  some  ammunition  and  four  loaded 
muskets  were  laid  ready  to  the  hand  of  the  defend- 
ers.    In  the  middle,  the  cutlasses  lay  ranged. 

"Toss  out  the  fire,"  said  the  captain;  "the  chill 
is  past,  and  we  mustn't  have  smoke  in  our  eyes." 

The  iron  fire  basket  was  carried  bodily  out  by 
Mr.  Trelawney,  and  the  embers  smothered  among 
sand. 

"Hawkins  hasn't  had  his  breakfast.  Hawkins, 
help  yourself,  and  back  to  your  post  to  eat  it," 
continued  Captain  Smollett.  "Lively,  now,  my 
lad;  you'll  want  it  before  you've  done.  Hunter, 
serve  out  a  round  of  brandy  to  all  hands." 

And  while  this  was  going  on,  the  captain  com- 
pleted, in  his  own  mind,  the  plan  of  the  defence. 

"Doctor,  you  will  take  the  door,"  he  resumed. 
"See,  and  don't  expose  yourself;  keep  within,  and 
fire  through  the  porch.  Hunter,  take  the  east 
side,  there.  Joyce,  you  stand  by  the  west,  my 
man.  Mr.  Trelawney,  you  are  the  best  shot — you 
and  Gray  will  take  this  long  north  side,  with  the 
five  loopholes;  it's  there  the  danger  is.  If  thev 
can  get  up  to  it,  and  fire  in  upon  us  through  our 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 57 

own  ports,  things  would  begin  to  look  dirty.  Haw- 
kins, neither  you  nor  I  are  much  account  at  the 
shooting;  we'll  stand  by  to  load  and  bear  a  hand." 

As  the  captain  had  said,  the  chill  was  past.  As 
soon  as  the  sun  had  climbed  above  our  girdle  of 
trees,  it  fell  with  all  its  force  upon  the  clearing,  and 
drank  up  the  vapors  at  a  draught.  Soon  the  sand 
was  baking,  and  the  resin  melting  in  the  logs  of 
the  block-house.  Jackets  and  coats  were  flung 
aside;  shirts  thrown  open  at  the  neck,  and  rolled 
up  to  the  shoulders;  and  we  stood  there,  each  at 
his  post,  in  a  fever  of  heat  and  anxiety. 

An  hour  passed  away. 

"Hang  them!"  said  the  captain.  "This  is  as 
dull  as  the  doldrums.     Gray,  whistle  for  a  wind." 

And  just  at  that  moment  came  the  first  news  of 
the  attack. 

"If  you  please,  sir,"  said  Joyce,  "if  I  see  any  one 
am  I  to  fire?" 

"I  told  you  so!"  cried  the  captain. 

"Thank  you,  sir,"  returned*  Joyce,  with  the 
same  quiet  civility. 

Nothing  followed  for  a  time;  but  the  remark 
had  set  us  all  on  the  alert,  straining  ears  and  eyes 
— the  musketeers  with  their  pieces  balanced  in 
their  hands,  the  captain  out  in  the  middle  of  the 
block-house,  with  his  mouth  very  tight  and  a 
frown  on  his  face. 

So  some  seconds  passed,  till  suddenly  Joyce 
whipped  up  his  musket  and  fired.  The  report  had 
scarcely  died  away  ere  it  was  repeated  and  re- 
peated from  without  in  a  scattering  volley,  shot 


I58  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

behind  shot,  like  a  string  of  geese,  from  every  side 
of  the  enclosure.  Several  bullets  struck  the  log- 
house,  but  not  one  entered;  and,  as  the  smoke 
cleared  away  and  vanished,  the  stockade  and  the 
woods  around  it  looked  as  quiet  and  empty  as 
before.  Not  a  bough  waved,  not  the  gleam  of  a 
musket-barrel  betrayed  the  presence  of  our  foes. 

"Did  you  hit  your  man?"  asked  the  captain. 

"No,  sir,"  replied  Joyce.     "I  believe  not,  sir." 

"Next  best  thing  to  tell  the  truth,"  muttered 
Captain  Smollett.  "Load  his  gun,  Hawkins.  How- 
many  should  you  say  there  were  on  your  side, 
doctor?" 

"I  know  precisely,"  said  Dr.  Livesey.  "Three 
shots  were  fired  on  this  side.  I  saw  the  three 
flashes — two  close  together — one  farther  to  the 
west." 

"Three!"  repeated  the  captain.  "And  how 
many  on  yours,  Mr.  Trelawney?" 

But  this  was  not  so  easily  answered.  There 
had  come  many  from  the  north — seven,  by  the 
Squire's  computation;  eight  or  nine,  according  to 
Gray.  From  the  east  and  west  only  a  single  shot 
had  been  fired.  It  was  plain,  therefore,  that  the 
attack  would  be  developed  from  the  north,  and 
that  on  the  other  three  sides  we  were  only  to  be 
annoyed  by  a  show  of  hostilities.  But  Captain 
Smollett  made  no  change  in  his  arrangements. 
If  the  mutineers  succeeded  in  crossing  the  stock- 
ade, he  argued,  they  would  take  possession  of  any 
unprotected  loophole,  and  shoot  us  down  like  rats 
in  our  own  stronghold. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  159 

Nor  had  we  much  time  left  to  us  for  thought. 
Suddenly,  with  a  loud  huzza,  a  little  cloud  of 
pirates  leaped  from  the  woods  on  the  north  side, 
and  ran  straight  on  the  stockade.  At  the  same 
moment,  the  hre  was  once  more  opened  from  the 
woods,  and  a  rifle  ball  sang  through  the  doorway 
and  knocked  the  doctor's  musket  into  bits. 

The  boarders  swarmed  over  the  fence  like  mon- 
keys. Squire  and  Gray  fired  again  and  yet  again; 
three  men  fell,  one  forwards  into  the  enclosure, 
two  back  on  the  outside.  But  of  these,  one  was 
evidently  more  frightened  than  hurt,  for  he  was 
on  his  feet  again  in  a  crack,  and  instantly  disap- 
peared among  the  trees. 

Two  had  bit  the  dust,  one  had  fled,  four  had 
made  good  their  footing  inside  our  defences; 
while  from  the  shelter  of  the  woods  seven  or  eight 
men,  each  evidently  supplied  with  several  muskets, 
kept  up  a  hot  though  useless  fire  on  the  log- 
house. 

The  four  who  had  boarded  made  straight  before 
them  for  the  building,  shouting  as  they  ran,  and 
the  men  among  the  trees  shouted  back  to  encour- 
age them.  Several  shots  were  fired;  but,  such 
was  the  hurry  of  the  marksmen,  that  not  one  ap- 
pears to  have  taken  effect.  In  a  minute  the  four 
pirates  had  swarmed  up  the  mound  and  were  upon 
us. 

The  head  of  Job  Anderson,  the  boatswain,  ap- 
peared at  the  middle  loophole. 

"At  'em,  all  hands — all  hands!"  he  roared  in  a 
voice  of  thunder. 


l6o  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

At  the  same  moment,  another  pirate  graspea 
Hunter's  musket  by  the  muzzle,  wrenched  it  trom 
his  hands,  plucked  it  through  the  loophole,  and, 
with  one  stunning  blow,  laid  the  poor  leiiow  sense- 
less on  the  lioor.  Meanwhile  a  third,  running  un- 
harmed ah  round  the  house,  appeared  suddenly 
in  the  doorway,  and  fell  with  his  cutlass  on  tne, 
doctor. 

Our  position  was  utterly  reversed.  A  moment 
since  we  were  hrmg,  under  cover,  at  an  exposed 
enemy;  now  it  was  we  who  lay  uncovered,  and 
could  not  return  a  blow. 

The  log-house  was  full  of  smoke,  to  which  we 
owed  our  comparative  safety.  Cries  and  confu- 
sion, the  flashes  and  reports  of  pistol  shots,  and 
one  loud  groan,  rang  in  my  ears. 

"Out,  lads,  out,  and  fight  'em  in  the  open!  Cut- 
lasses!'' cried  the  captain. 

I  snatched  a  cutlass  from  the  pile,  and  some 
one,  at  the  same  time  snatching  another,  gave  me 
a  cut  across  the  knuckles  which  I  hardly  felt.  I 
dashed  out  of  the  door  into  the  clear  sunlight. 
Some  one  was  close  behind,  I  knew  not  whom. 
Right  in  front,  the  doctor  was  pursuing  his  assail- 
ant down  the  hill,  and,  just  as  my  eyes  fell  upon 
him,  beat  down  his  guard,  and  sent  him  sprawling 
on  his  back,  with  a  great  slash  across  the  face. 

"Round  the  house,  lads!  round  the  house !" 
cried  the  captain;  and  even  in  the  hurly-burly  I 
perceived  a  change  in  his  voice. 

Mechanically  I  obeyed,  turned  eastwards,  and 
with  my  cutlass  raised,  ran  round  the  corner  of 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  l6l 

the  house.  Next  moment  I  was  face  to  face  with 
Anderson.  He  roared  aloud,  and  his  hanger  went 
up  above  his  head,  flashing  in  the  sunlight.  I  had 
not  time  to  be  afraid,  but,  as  the  blow  still  hung 
impending,  leaped  in  a  trice  upon  one  side,  and 
missing  my  footing  in  the  soft  sand,  rolled  head- 
long down  the  slope. 

When  I  had  first  sallied  from  the  door,  the 
other  mutineers  had  been  already  swarming  up 
the  palisade  to  make  an  end  of  us.  One  man,  in 
a  red  night-cap,  with  his  cutlass  in  his  mouth,  had 
even  got  upon  the  top  and  thrown  a  leg  across. 
Well,  so  short  had  been  the  interval,  that  when  I 
found  my  feet  again  all  was  in  the  same  posture, 
the  fellow  with  the  red  night-cap  still  half  way 
over,  another  still  just  showing  his  head  above 
the  top  of  the  stockade.  And  yet,  in  this  breath 
of  time,,  the  fight  was  over,  and  the  victory  was 
ours. 

Gray,  following  close  behind  me,  had  cut  down 
the  big  boatswain  ere  he  had  time  to  recover  from 
his  lost  blow.  Another  had  been  shot  at  a  loop- 
hole in  the  very  act  of  firing  into  the  house,  and 
now  lay  in  agony,  the  pistol  still  smoking  in  his 
hand.  A  third,  as  I  had  seen,  the  doctor  had  dis- 
posed of  at  a  blow.  Of  the  four  who  had  scaled 
the  palisade,  one  only  remained  unaccounted  for, 
and  he,  having  left  his  cutlass  on  the  field,  was 
now  clambering  out  again  with  the  fear  of  death 
upon  him. 

"Fire — fire  from  the  house!"  cried  the  doctor. 
"And  you,  lads,  back  into  cover." 


l62  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

But  his  words  were  unheeded,  no  shot  was 
fired,  and  the  last  boarder  made  good  his  escape, 
and  disappeared  with  the  rest  into  the  wood.  In 
three  seconds  nothing  remained  of  the  attacking 
party  but  the  five  who  had  fallen,  four  on  the  in- 
side, and  one  on  the  outside  of  the  palisade. 

The  doctor  and  Gray  and  I  ran  full  speed  for 
shelter.  The  survivors  would  soon  be  back  where 
they  had  left  their  muskets,  and  at  any  moment 
the  fire  might  recommence. 

The  house  was  by  this  time  somewhat  cleared 
of  smoke,  and  we  saw  at  a  glance  the  price  we  had 
paid  for  victory.  Hunter  lay  beside  his  loophole, 
stunned;  Joyce  by  his,  shot  through  the  head, 
never  to  move  again ;  while  right  in  the  centre,  the 
Squire  was  supporting  the  captain,  one  as  pale  as 
the  other. 

"The  captain's  wounded,"  said  Mr.  Trelawney. 

"Have  they  run?"  asked  Mr.  Smollett. 

"All  that  could,  you  may  be  bound,"  returned 
the  doctor;  "but  there's  five  of  them  will  never  run 
again." 

"Five!"  cried  the  captain.  "Come,  that's  bet- 
ter. Five  against  three  leaves  us  four  to  nine. 
That's  better  odds  than  we  had  at  starting.  We 
were  seven  to  nineteen  then,  or  thought  we  were5 
and  that's  as  bad  to  bear." 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  163, 

PART  V. 

MY    SEA    ADVENTURE. 


CHAPTER    XXII. 

HOW    I    BEGAN    MY    SEA   ADVENTURE. 

There  was  no  return  of  the  mutineers — not  so- 
much  as  another  shot  out  of  the  woods.  They 
had  "got  their  rations  for  that  day,"  as  the  cap- 
tain put  it,  and  we  had  the  place  to  ourselves  and 
a  quiet  time  to  overhaul  the  wounded  and  get  din- 
ner. Squire  and  I  cooked  outside  in  spite  of  the 
danger,  and  even  outside  we  could  hardly  tell 
what  we  were  at,  for  horror  of  the  loud  groans 
that  reached  us  from  the  doctor's  patients. 

Out  of  the  eight  men  who  had  fallen  in  the 
action,  only  three  still  breathed — that  one  of  the 
pirates  who  had  been  shot  at  the  loophole,  Hun- 
ter, and  Captain  Smollett;  and  of  these  the  first 
two  were  as  good  as  dead;  the  mutineer,  indeed, 
died  under  the  doctor's  knife,  and  Hunter,  do  what 
we  could,  never  recovered  consciousness  in  this 
world.  He  lingered  all  day,  breathing  loudly  like 
the  old  buccaneer  at  home  in  his  apoplectic  fit;  but 
the  bones  of  his  chest  had  been  crushed  by  the 


164  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

blow  and  his  skull  fractured  in  falling,  and  some 
time  in  the  following  night,  without  sign  or  sound, 
he  went  to  his  Maker. 

As  for  the  captain,  his  wounds  were  grievous 
indeed,  but  not  dangerous.  No  organ  was  fatally 
injured.  Anderson's  ball — for  it  was  Job  who 
shot  him  first — had  broken  his  shoulder-blade  and 
touched  the  lung,  not  badly;  the  second  had  only 
torn  and  displaced  some  muscles  in  the  calf.  He 
was  sure  to  recover,  the  doctor  said,  but,  in  the 
meantime  and  for  weeks  to  come,  he  must  not 
walk  nor  move  his  arm,  nor  so  much  as  speak 
when  he  could  help  it. 

My  own  accidental  cut  across  the  knuckles  was 
a  flea-bite.  Doctor  Livesey  patched  it  up  with 
plaster,  and  pulled  my  ears  for  me  into  the  bar- 
gain. 

After  dinner  the  Squire  and  the  doctor  sat  by 
the  captain's  side  a  while  in  consultation;  and 
when  they  had  talked  to  their  hearts'  content,  it 
being  then  a  little  past  noon,  the  doctor  took  up 
his  hat  and  pistols,  girt  on  a  cutlass,  put  the  chart 
in  his  pocket,  and  with  a  musket  over  his  shoul- 
der, crossed  the  palisade  on  the  north  side,  and  set 
off  briskly  through  the  trees. 

Gray  and  I  were  sitting  together  at  the  far  end 
of  the  block-house,  to  be  out  of  earshot  of  our 
officers  consulting,  and  Gray  took  his  pipe  out  of 
bis  mouth  and  fairly  forgot  to  put  it  back  again, 
so  thunderstruck  he  was  at  this  occurrence. 

"Why,  in  the  name  of  Davy  Jones,"  said  he,  "is 
Dr.  Livesey  mad?" 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  165 

"Why,  no,"  says  I.  "He's  about  the  last  of  this 
crew  for  that,  I  take  it." 

"Well,  shipmate,"  said  Gray,  "mad  he  may  not 
be;  but  if  he's  not,  you  mark  my  words,  /  am." 

"I  take  it,"  replied  I,  "the  doctor  has  his  idea; 
and  if  I  am  right,  he's  going  now  to  see  Ben 
Gunn." 

I  was  right,  as  appeared  later;  but,  in  the  mean- 
time, the  house  being  stifling  hot,  and  the  little 
patch  of  sand  inside  the  palisade  ablaze  with  mid- 
day sun,  I  began  to  get  another  thought  into  my 
head,  which  was  not  by  any  means  so  right.  What 
I  Degan  to  do  was  to  envy  the  doctor,  walking  in 
the  cool  shadow  of  the  woods,  with  the  birds 
about  him,  and  the  pleasant  smell  of  the  pines, 
while  I  sat  grilling,  with  my  clothes  stuck  to  the 
hot  resin,  and  so  much  blood  about  me,  and  so 
many  poor  dead  bodies  lying  all  around,  that  I 
took  a  disgust  of  the  place  that  was  almost  as 
strong  as  fear. 

All  the  time  I  was  washing  out  the  block-house, 
and  then  washing  up  the  things  from  dinner,  this 
disgust  and  envy  kept  growing  stronger  and 
stronger,  till  at  last,  being  near  a  bread-bag,  and 
no  one  then  observing  me,  I  took  the  first  step 
towards  my  escapade,  and  filled  both  pockets  of 
my  coat  with  biscuit. 

I  was  a  fool,  if  you  like,  and  certainly  I  was 
going  to  do  a  foolish,  over-bold  act;  but  I  was 
determined  to  do  it  with  all  the  precautions  in  my 
power.      These  biscuits,  should  anything  befall 


l66  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

me,  would  keep  me,  at  least,  from  starving"  till 
far  on  in  the  next  day. 

The  next  thing  I  laid  hold  of  was  a  brace  of 
pistols,  and  as  I  already  had  a  powder-horn  and 
bullets,  I  felt  myself  well  supplied  with  arms. 

As  for  the  scheme  I  had  in  my  head,  it  was  not 
a  bad  one  in  itself.  I  was  to  go  down  the  sandy 
spit  that  divides  the  anchorage  on  the  east  from 
the  open  sea,  find  the  white  rock  I  had  observed 
last  evening  and  ascertain  whether  it  was  there  or 
not  that  Ben  Gunn  had  hidden  his  boat;  a  thing 
quite  worth  doing,  as  I  still  believe.  But  as  I  was 
certain  I  should  not  be  allowed  to  leave  the  en- 
closure, my  only  plan  was  to  take  French  leave, 
and  slip  out  when  nobody  was  watching;  and  that 
was  so  bad  a  way  of  doing  it  as  made  the  thing 
itself  wrong.  But  I  was  only  a  boy,  and  I  had 
made  my  mind  up. 

Well,  as  things  at  last  fell  out,  I  found  an  ad- 
mirable opportunity.  The  Squire  and  Gray  were 
busy  helping  the  captain  with  his  bandages;  the 
coast  was  clear ;  I  made  a  bolt  for  it  over  the  stock- 
ade and  into  the  thickest  of  the  trees,  and  before 
my  absence  was  observed  I  was  out  of  cry  of  my 
companions. 

This  was  my  second  folly,  far  worse  than  the 
first,  as  I  left  but  two  sound  men  to  guard  the 
house,  but  like  the  first,  it  was  a  help  towards  sav- 
ing- all  of  us. 

I  took  my  way  straight  for  the  east  coast  of  the 
island,  for  I  was  determined  to  go  down  the  sea 
side  of  the  spit  to  avoid  all  chance  of  observation 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  l6/ 

from  the  anchorage.  It  was  already  late  in  the 
afternoon,  although  still  warm  and  sunny.  As  I 
continued  to  thread  the  tall  woods  I  could  hear 
from  far  before  me  not  only  the  continuous  thun- 
der of  the  surf,  but  a  certain  tossing  of  foliage  and 
grinding  of  boughs  which  showed  me  the  sea 
breeze  had  set  in  higher  than  usual.  Soon  cool 
draughts  of  air  began  to  reach  me ;  and  a  few  steps 
farther  I  came  forth  into  the  open  borders  of  the 
grove,  and  saw  the  sea  lying  blue  and  sunny  to  the 
horizon,  and  the  surf  tumbling  and  tossing  its 
foam  along  the  beach. 

I  have  never  seen  the  sea  quiet  round  Treasure 
Island.  The  sun  might  blaze  overhead,  the  air  be 
without  a  breath,  the  surface  smooth  and  blue,  but 
still  these  great  rollers  would  be  running  along  all 
the  external  coast,  thundering  and  thundering 
by  day  and  night;  and  I  scarce  believe  there  is  one 
spot  in  the  island  where  a  man  would  be  out  of 
earshot  of  their  noise. 

I  walked  along  beside  the  surf  with  great  enjoy- 
ment, till,  thinking  I  was  now  got  far  enough  to 
the  south,  I  took  the  cover  of  some  thick  bushes, 
and  crept  warily  up  to  the  ridge  of  the  spit. 

Behind  me  was  the  sea,  in  front  the  anchorage. 
The  sea  breeze,  as  though  it  had  the  sooner 
blown  itself  out  by  its  unusual  violence,  was  al- 
ready at  an  end;  it  had  been  succeeded  by  light, 
variable  airs  from  the  south  and  southeast,  carry- 
ing great  banks  of  fog;  and  the  anchorage,  under 
lee  of  Skeleton  Island,  lay  still  and  leaden  as  when 
first  we  entered  it.     The  Hispaniola,  in  that  un- 


1 68  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

broken  mirror,  was  exactly  portrayed  from  the 
truck  to  the  water  line,  the  jolly  Roger  hanging 
from  her  peak. 

Alongside  lay  one  of  the  gigs,  Silver  in  the 
stern-sheets — him  I  could  always  recognize — 
while  a  couple  of  men  were  leaning  over  the  stern 
bulwarks,  one  of  them  with  a  red  cap — the  very 
rogue  that  I  had  seen  some  hours  before  stride- 
legs  upon  the  palisade.  Apparently  they  were 
talking  and  laughing,  though  at  that  distance — 
upwards  of  a  mile — I  could,  of  course,  hear  no 
word  of  what  was  said.  All  at  once,  there  began 
the  most  horrid,  unearthly  screaming,  which  at 
first  startled  me  badly,  though  I  had  soon  remem- 
bered the  voice  of  Captain  Flint,  and  even  thought 
I  could  make  out  the  bird  by  her  bright  plumage 
as  she  sat  perched  upon  her  master's  wrist. 

Soon  after  the  jolly-boat  shoved  off  and  pulled 
for  shore,  and  the  man  with  the  red  cap  and  his 
comrade  went  below  by  the  cabin  companion. 

Just  about  the  same  time  the  sun  had  gone 
down  behind  the  Spy-glass,  and  as  the  fog  was 
collecting  rapidly,  it  began  to  grow  dark  in  ear- 
nest. I  saw  I  must  lose  no  time  if  I  were  to  find 
the  boat  that  evening. 

The  white  rock,  visible  enough  above  the  brush, 
was  still  some  eighth  of  a  mile  further  down  the 
spit,  and  it  took  me  a  goodish  while  to  get  up  with 
it,  crawling,  often  on  all-fours,  among  the  scrub. 
Night  had  almost  come  when  I  laid  my  hand  on 
its  rough  sides.  Right  below  it  there  was  an  ex- 
ceedingly small  hollow  of  green  turf,  hidden  by 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  169 

banks  and  a  thick  underwood  about  knee-deep, 
that  grew  there  plentifully;  and  in  the  centre  of 
the  dell,  sure  enough,  a  little  tent  of  goat-skins, 
like  what  the  gipsies  carry  about  with  them  in 
England. 

I  dropped  into  the  hollow,  lifted  the  side  of  the 
tent,  and  there  was  BenGunn's  boat — home-made 
if  ever  anything  was  home-made:  a  rude,  lop- 
sided framework  of  tough  wood,  and  stretched 
upon  that  a  covering  of  goat-skin,  with  the  hair 
inside.  The  thing  was  extremely  small,  even  for 
me,  and  I  can  hardly  imagine  that  it  could  have 
floated  with  a  full-sized  man.  There  was  one 
thwart  set  as  low  as  possible,  a  kind  of  stretcher 
in  the  bows,  and  a  double  paddle  for  propulsion. 

I  had  not  then  seen  a  coracle,  such  as  the 
ancient  Britons  made,  but  I  have  seen  one  since, 
and  I  can  give  you  no  fairer  idea  of  Ben  Gunn's 
boat  than  by  saying  it  was  like  the  first  and  worst 
coracle  ever  made  by  man.  But  the  great  ad- 
vantage of  the  coracle  it  certainly  possessed,  for  it 
was  exceedingly  light  and  portable. 

Well,  now  that  I  had  found  the  boat,  you  would 
have  thought  I  had  had  enough  of  truantry  for 
once;  but,  in  the  meantime,  I  had  taken  another 
notion,  and  become  so  obstinately  fond  of  it,  that 
I  would  have  carried  it  out,  I  believe,  in  the  teeth 
of  Captain  Smollett  himself.  This  was  to  slip  out 
under  cover  of  the  night,  cut  the  Hispaniola 
adrift,  and  let  her  go  ashore  where  she  fancied.  I 
had  quite  made  up  my  mind  that  the  mutineers, 
after  their  repulse  of  the  morning,  had  nothing 


I70  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

nearer  their  hearts  than  to  up  anchor  and  away  to 
sea;  this,  I  thought,  it  would  be  a  fine  thing-  to 
prevent;  and  now  that  I  had  seen  how  they  left 
their  watchmen  unprovided  with  a  boat,  I  thought 
it  might  be  done  with  little  risk. 

Down  I  sat  to  wait  for  darkness,  and  made  a 
hearty  meal  of  biscuit.  It  was  a  night  out  of 
ten  thousand  for  my  purpose.  The  fog  had  now 
buried  all  heaven.  As  the  last  rays  of  daylight 
dwindled  and  disappeared,  absolute  blackness  set- 
tled down  on  Treasure  Island.  And  when,  at 
last,  I  shouldered  the  coracle,  and  groped  my  way 
stumblingly  out  of  the  hollow  where  I  had  supped 
there  were  but  two  points  visible  on  the  whole  an- 
chorage. 

One  was  the  great  fire  on  shore,  by  which  the 
defeated  pirates  lay  carousing  in  the  swamp.  The 
other,  a  mere  blur  of  light  upon  the  darkness,  in- 
dicated the  position  of  the  anchored  ship.  She 
had  swung  round  to  the  ebb — her  bow  was  now 
towards  me — the  only  lights  on  board  were  in  the 
cabin ;  and  what  I  saw  wras  merely  a  reflection  on 
the  fog  of  the  strong  rays  that  flowed  from  the 
stern  window. 

The  ebb  had  already  run  some  time,  and  I  had 
to  wade  through  a  long  belt  of  swampy  sand, 
where  I  sank  several  times  above  the  ankle,  before 
I  came  to  the  edge  of  the  retreating  water,  and 
wading  a  little  way  in,  with  some  strength  and 
dexterity,  set  my  coracle,  keel  downwards,  on  the 
surface. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  \*J\ 

CHAPTER    XXIII. 

THE    EBB-TIDE    RUNS. 

The  coracle — as  I  had  ample  reason  to  know 
before  I  was  done  with  her — was  a  very  safe  boat 
for  a  person  of  my  height  and  weight,  both  buoy- 
ant and  clever  in  a  seaway;  but  she  was  the  most 
cross-grained,  lop-sided  craft  to  manage.  Do  as 
you  pleased,  she  always  made  more  leeway  than 
anything  else,  and  turning  round  and  round  was 
the  manoeuvre  she  was  best  at.  Even  Ben  Gunn 
himself  has  admitted  that  she  was  "queer  to  han- 
dle till  you  knew  her  way." 

Certainly  I  did  not  know  her  way.  She  turned 
in  every  direction  but  the  one  I  was  bound  to  go ; 
the  most  part  of  the  time  we  were  broadside  on, 
and  I  am  very  sure  I  never  should  have  made  the 
ship  at  all  but  for  the  tide.  By  good  fortune,  pad- 
dle as  I  pleased,  the  tide  was  still  sweeping  me 
down;  and  there  lay  the  Hispaniola  right  in  the 
fair  way,  hardly  to  be  missed. 

First  she  loomed  before  me  like  a  blot  of  some- 
thing yet  blacker  than  darkness,  then  her  spars 
and  hull  began  to  take  shape,  and  the  next  mo- 
ment, as  it  seemed  (for,  the  further  I  went,  the 
brisker  grew  the  current  of  the  ebb),  I  was  along- 
side of  her  hawser,  and  had  laid  hold. 

The  hawser  was  as  taut  as  a  bowstring — so 
strong  she  pulled  upon  her  anchor.     All  round 


172  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

the  hull,  in  the  blackness,  the  rippling  current 
bubbled  and  chattered  like  a  little  mountain 
stream.  One  cut  with  my  sea-gully,  and  the  His- 
paniola  would  go  humming  down  the  tide. 

So  far  so  good;  but  it  next  occurred  to  my  rec- 
ollection that  a  taut  hawser,  suddenly  cut,  is  a 
thing  as  dangerous  as  a  kicking  horse.  Ten  to 
one,  if  I  were  so  foolhardy  as  to  cut  the  Hispaniola 
from  her  anchor,  I  and  the  coracle  would  be 
knocked  clean  out  of  the  water. 

This  brought  me  to  a  full  stop,  and  if  fortune 
had  not  again  particularly  favored  me,  I  should 
have  had  to  abandon  my  design.  But  the  light 
airs  which  had  begun  blowing  from  the  southeast 
and  south  had  hauled  round  after  nightfall  into 
the  southwest.  Just  while  I  was  meditating,  a 
puff  came,  caught  the  Hispaniola,  and  forced  her 
up  into  the  current;  and  to  my  great  joy,  I  felt 
the  hawser  slacken  in  my  grasp,  and  the  hand  by 
which  I  held  it  dip  for  a  second  under  water. 

With  that  I  made  my  mind  up,  took  out  my 
gully,  opened  it  with  my  teeth,  and  cut  one  strand 
after  another,  till  the  vessel  only  swung  by  two. 
Then  I  lay  quiet,  waiting  to  sever  these  last  when 
the  strain  should  be  once  more  lightened  by  a 
breath  of  wind. 

All  this  time  I  had  heard  the  sound  of  loud 
voices  from  the  cabin;  but,  to  say  truth,  my  mind 
had  been  so  entirely  taken  up  with  other  thoughts 
that  I  had  scarcely  given  ear.  Now,  however, 
when  I  had  nothing  else  to  do,  I  began  to  pay 
more  heed. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  173 

One  I  recognized  for  the  coxswain's,  Israel 
Hands,  that  had  been  Flint's  gunner  in  former 
days.  The  other  was,  of  course,  my  friend  of  the 
re'd  night-cap.  Both  men  were  plainly  the  worse 
of  drink,  and  they  were  still  drinking;  for,  even 
while  I  was  listening,  one  of  them,  with  a  drunken 
cry,  opened  the  stern  window  and  threw  out  some- 
thing which  I  divined  to  be  an  empty  bottle.  But 
they  were  not  only  tipsy;  it  was  plain  that  they 
were  furiously  angry.  Oaths  flew  like  hailstones, 
and  every  now  and  then  there  came  forth  such  an 
explosion  as  I  thought  was  sure  to  end  in  blows. 
But  each  time  the  quarrel  passed  off,  and  the 
voices  grumbled  lowrer  for  a  while,  until  the  next 
crisis  came,  and,  in  its  turn,  passed  away  without 
result. 

On  shore,  I  could  see  the  glow  of  the  great 
camp  fire  burning  warmly  through  the  shore-side 
trees.  Some  one  was  singing,  a  dull,  old,  dron- 
ing sailor's  song,  with  a  droop  and  a  quaver  at  the 
end  of  every  verse,  and  seemingly  no  end  to  it  at 
all  but  the  patience  of  the  singer.  I  had  heard  it 
on  the  voyage  more  than  once,  and  remembered 
these  words : 

"But  one  man  of  her  crew  alive, 
What  put  to  sea  with  seventy-five." 

And  I  thought  it  was  a  ditty  rather  too  dolefully 
appropriate  for  a  company  that  had  met  such 
cruel  losses  in  the  morning.  But,  indeed,  from 
what  I  saw,  all  these  buccaneers  were  as  callous 
as  the  sea  they  sailed  on. 


174  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

At  last  the  breeze  came;  the  schooner  sidled  and 
drew  nearer  in  the  dark ;  I  felt  the  hawser  slacken 
once  more,  and  with  a  good,  tough  effort,  cut  the 
last  fibres  through. 

The  breeze  had  but  little  action  on  the  coracle, 
and  I  was  almost  instantly  swept  against  the  bows 
of  the  Hispaniola.  At  the  same  time  the  schooner 
began  to  turn  upon  her  heel,  spinning  slowly,  end 
for  end,  across  the  current. 

I  wrought  like  a  fiend,  for  I  expected  every  mo- 
ment to  be  swamped;  and  since  I  found  I  could 
not  push  the  coracle  directly  off,  I  now  shoved 
straight  astern.  At  length  I  was  clear  of  my 
dangerous  neighbor;  and  just  as  I  gave  the  last 
impulsion,  my  hands  came  across  a  light  cord  that 
was  trailing  overboard  across  the  stern  bulwarks. 
Instantly  I  grasped  it. 

Why  I  should  have  done  so  I  can  hardly  say. 
It  was  at  first  mere  instinct;  but  once  I  had  it  in 
my  hands  and  found  it  fast,  curiosity  began  to  get 
the  upper  hand,  and  I  determined  I  should  have 
one  look  through  the  cabin  window. 

I  pulled  in  hand  over  hand  on  the  cord,  and. 
when  I  judged  myself  near  enough,  at  infinite  risk 
to  about  half  my  height,  and  thus  commanded  the 
roof  and  a  slice  of  the  interior  of  the  cabin. 

By  this  time  the  schooner  and  her  little  consort 
were  gliding  pretty  swiftly  through  the  water;  in- 
deed, we  had  already  fetched  up  level  with  the 
camp  fire.  The  ship  was  talking,  as  sailors  say. 
loudly,  treading  the  innumerable  ripples  with  an 
incessant  weltering  splash;  and  until  I  got  my  eye 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  175 

doove  the  window-sill  I  could  not  comprehend 
why  the  watchmen  had  taken  no  alarm.  One 
glance,  however,  was  sufficient;,  and  it  was  only 
one  glance  that  I  durst  take  from  that  unsteady 
skiff.  It  showed  me  Hands  and  his  companion 
locked  together  in  deadly  wrestle,  each  with  a 
hand  upon  the  other's  throat. 

I  dropped  upon  the  thwart  again,  none  too 
soon,  for  I  was  near  overboard.  I  could  see  noth- 
ing for  the  moment  but  these  two  furious,  encrim- 
soned  faces,  swaying  together  under  the  smoky 
lamp;  and  I  shut  my  eyes  to  let  them  grow  once 
more  familiar  with  the  darkness. 

The  endless  ballad  had  come  to  an  end  at  last, 
and  the  whole  diminished  company  about  the 
camp  fire  had  broken  into  the  chorus  I  had  heard 
so  often : 

"Fifteen  men  on  the  dead  man's  chest — 

Yo-ho-ho,  and  a  bottle  of  rum! 
Drink  and  the  devil  had  done  for  the  rest — 

Yo-ho-ho,  and  a  bottle  of  rum!" 

I  was  just  thinking  how  busy  drink  and  the 
devil  were  at  that  very  moment  in  the  cabin  of  the 
Hispaniola,  when  I  was  surprised  by  a  sudden 
lurch  of  the  coracle.  At  the  same  moment  she 
yawed  sharply  and  seemed  to  change  her  course. 
The  speed  in  the  meantime  had  strangely  in- 
creased. 

I  opened  my  eyes  at  once.  All  round  me  were 
little  ripples,  combing  over  with  a  sharp,  bristling 
sound  and  slightly  phosphorescent.    The  Hispan- 


176  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

iola  herself,  a  few  yards  in  whose  wake  I  was  still 
being  whirled  along,  seemed  to  stagger  in  her 
course,  and  I  saw  her  spars  toss  a  little  against 
the  blackness  of  the  night;  nay,  as  I  looked  longer, 
I  made  sure  she  also  was  wheeling  to  the  south- 
ward. 

I  glanced  over  my  shoulder,  and  my  heart 
jumped  against  my  ribs.  There,  right  behind  me, 
was  the  glow  of  the  camp  fire.  The  current  had 
turned  at  right  angles,  sweeping  round  along  with 
it  the  tall  schooner  and  the  little  dancing  coracle ; 
ever  quickening,  ever  bubbling  higher,  ever  mut- 
tering louder,  it  went  spinning  through  the  nar- 
rows for  the  open  sea. 

Suddenly,  the  schooner  in  front  of  me  gave  a 
violent  yaw,  turning,  perhaps,  through  twenty 
degrees;  and  almost  at  the  same  moment  one 
shout  followed  another  from  on  board;  I  could 
hear  feet  pounding  on  the  companion  ladder;  and 
I  knew  the  two  drunkards  had  at  last  been  inter- 
rupted in  their  quarrel  and  awakened  to  a  sense 
of  their  disaster. 

I  lay  flat  down  in  the  bottom  of  that  wretched 
skiff,  and  devoutly  recommended  my  spirit  to  its 
Maker.  At  the  end  of  the  straits,  I  made  sure  we 
must  fall  into  some  bar  of  raging  breakers,  where 
all  mv  troubles  would  be  ended  speedily;  and 
though  I  could,  perhaps,  bear  to  die,  I  could  not 
bear  to  look  upon  my  fate  as  it  approached. 

So  I  must  have  lain  for  hours,  continually 
beaten  to  and  fro  upon  the  billows,  now  and  again 
wetted  with  flying  sprays,  and  never  ceasing  to 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  177 

expect  death  at  the  next  plunge.  Gradually  wear- 
iness grew  upon  me;  a  numbness,  an  occasional 
stupor,  fell  upon  my  mind  even  in  the  midst  of  my 
terrors;  until  sleep  at  last  supervened,  and  in  my 
sea-tossed  coracle  I  lay  and  dreamed  of  home  and 
the  old  "Admiral  Benbow." 


CHAPTER    XXIV. 

THE  CRUISE  OF  THE  CORACLE. 

It  was  broad  day  when  I  awoke,  and  found 
myself  tossing  at  the  southwest  end  of  Treasure 
Island.  The  sun  was  up,  but  was  still  hid  from 
me  behind  the  great  bulk  of  the  Spy-glass,  which 
on  this  side  descended  almost  to  the  sea  in  formid- 
able cliffs. 

Haulbowline  Head  and  Mizzen-mast  Hill  were 
at  my  elbow;  the  hill  bare  and  dark,  the  head 
bound  with  cliffs  forty  or  fifty  feet  high,  and 
fringed  with  great  masses  of  fallen  rock.  I  was 
scarce  a  quarter  of  a  mile  to  seaward,  and  it  was 
my  first  thought  to  paddle  in  and  land. 

That  notion  was  soon  given  over.  Among  the 
fallen  rocks  the  breakers  spouted  and  bellowed; 
loud  reverberations,  heavy  sprays  flying  and  fall- 
ing, succeeded  one  another  from  second  to  sec- 
ond; and  I  saw  myself,  if  I  ventured  nearer, 
dashed  to  death  upon  the  rough  shore,  or  spend- 
ing my  strength  in  vain  to  scale  the  beetling  crags. 


ky8  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Nor  was  that  all;  for  crawling  together  on  flat 
tables  of  rock,  or  letting  themselves  drop  into  the 
sea  with  loud  reports,  1  beheld  huge  slimy  mon- 
sters— soft  snails,  as  it  were,  of  incredible  bigness 
— two  or  three  score  of  them  together,  making 
the  rocks  to  echo  with  their  barkings. 

I  have  understood  since  that  they  were  sea- 
lions,  and  entirely  harmless.  But  the  look  of 
them,  added  to  the  difficulty  of  the  shore  and  the 
high  running  of  the  surf,  was  more  than  enough 
to  disgust  me  of  that  landing-place.  I  felt  willing 
rather  to  starve  at  sea  than  to  confront  such  perils. 

In  the  meantime  I  had  a  better  chance,  as  I 
supposed,  before  me.  North  of  Haulbowline 
Head,  the  land  runs  in  a  long  way,  leaving,  at 
low  tide,  a  long  stretch  of  yellow  sand.  To  the 
north  of  that,  again,  there  comes  another  cape — 
Cape  of  the  Woods,  as  it  was  marked  upon  the 
chart — buried  in  tall  green  pines,  which  descend- 
ed to  the  margin  of  the  sea. 

I  remembered  what  Silver  had  said  about  the 
current  that  sets  northward  along  the  whole  west 
coast  of  Treasure  Island;  and  seeing  from  my  po- 
sition that  I  was  already  under  its  influence,  I  pre- 
ferred to  leave  Haulbowline  Head  behind  me,  and 
reserve  my  strength  for  an  attempt  to  land  upon 
the  kindlier-looking  Cape  of  the  Woods. 

There  was  a  great,  smooth  swell  upon  the  sea. 
The  wind  blowing  steady  and  gentle  from  the 
south,  there  was  no  contrariety  between  that  and 
the  current,  and  the  billows  rose  and  fell  un- 
broken. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  179 

Had  it  been  otherwise,  I  must  long  ago  have 
perished;  but  as  it  was,  it  is  surprising  how  easily 
and  securely  my  little  and  light  boat  could  ride. 
Often,  as  I  still  lay  at  the  bottom,  and  kept  no 
more  than  an  eye  above  the  gunwale,  I  would  see 
a  big  blue  summit  heaving  close  above  me;  yet 
the  coracle  would  but  bounce  a  little,  dance  as  if 
on  springs,  and  subside  on  the  other  side  into  the 
trough  as  lightly  as  a  bird. 

I  began  after  a  little  to  grow  very  bold,  and  sat 
up  to  try  my  skill  at  paddling.  But  even  a  small 
change  in  the  disposition  of  the  weight  will  pro- 
duce violent  changes  in  the  behavior  of  a  coracle. 
And  I  had  hardly  moved  before  the  boat,  giving 
up  at  once  her  gentle  dancing  movement,  ran 
straight  down  a  slope  of  water  so  steep  that  it 
made  me  giddy,  and  struck  her  nose,  with  a  spout 
of  spray,  deep  into  the  side  of  the  next  wave. 

I  was  drenched  and  terrified,  and  fell  instantly 
back  into  my  old  position,  whereupon  the  coracle 
seemed  to  find  her  head  again,  and  led  me  as 
softly  as  before  among  the  billows.  It  was  plain 
she  was  not  to  be  interfered  with,  and  at  that  rate, 
since  I  could  in  no  way  influence  her  course,  what 
hope  had  I  left  of  reaching  land? 

I  began  to  be  horribly  frightened,  but  I  kept  my 
head,  for  all  that.  First,  moving  with  all  care,  I 
gradually  baled  out  the  coracle  with  my  sea-cap ; 
then  getting  my  eye  once  more  above  the  gun- 
wale, I  set  myself  to  study  howT  it  was  she  man- 
aged to  slip  so  quietly  through  the  rollers. 

I  found  each  wave,  instead  of  the  big,  smooth 


l8o  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

glossy  mountain  it  looks  from  shore,  or  from  a 
vessel's  deck,  was  for  all  the  world  like  any  range 
of  hills  on  the  dry  land,  full  of  peaks  and  smooth 
places  and  valleys.  The  coracle,  left  to  herself, 
turning  from  side  to  side,  threaded,  so  to  speak, 
her  way  through  these  lower  parts,  and  avoided 
the  steep  slopes  and  higher,  toppling  summits  of 
the  wave. 

"Well,  now,"  thought  I  to  myself,  "it  is  plain 
I  must  lie  where  I  am,  and  not  disturb  the  bal- 
ance; but  it  is  plain,  also,  that  I  can  put  the  paddle 
over  the  side,  and  from  time  to  time,  in  smooth 
places,  give  her  a  shove  or  two  towards  land." 
No  sooner  thought  upon  than  done.  There  I  lay 
on  my  elbows,  in  the  most  trying  attitude,  and 
every  now  and  again  gave  a  weak  stroke  or  two 
to  turn  her  head  to  shore. 

It  was  very  tiring,  and  slow  work,  yet  I  did  vis- 
ibly gain  ground;  and,  as  we  drew  near  the  Cape 
of  the  Woods,  though  I  saw  I  must  infallibly  miss 
that  point,  I  had  still  made  some  hundred  yards 
of  easting.  I  was,  indeed,  close  in.  I  could  see 
the  cool,  green  tree-tops  swaying  together  in  the 
breeze,  and  I  felt  sure  I  should  make  the  next 
promontory  without  fail. 

It  was  high  time,  for  I  now  began  to  be  tortured 
with  thirst.  The  glow  of  the  sun  from  above,  its 
thousand  fold  reflection  from  the  waves,  the  sea- 
water  that  fell  and  dried  upon  me,  caking  my  very 
lips  with  salt,  combined  to  make  my  throat  burn 
and  my  brain  ache.  The  sight  of  the  trees  so 
near  at  hand  had  almost  made  me  sick  with  long- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  l8l 

ing;  but  the  current  had  soon  carried  me  past  the 
point;  and,  as  the  next  reach  of  sea  opened  out,  I 
beheld  a  sight  that  changed  the  nature  of  my 
thoughts. 

Right  in  front  of  me,  not  half  a  mile  away,  I 
beheld  the  Hispaniola  under  sail.  I  made  sure. 
of  course,  that  I  should  be  taken;  but  I  was  so 
distressed  for  want  of  water,  that  I  scarce  knew 
whether  to  be  glad  or  sorry  at  the  thought;  and, 
long  before  I  had  come  to  a  conclusion,  surprise 
had  taken  entire  possession  of  my  mind,  and  I 
could  do  nothing  but  stare  and  wonder. 

The  Hispaniola  was  under  her  main-sail  and 
two  jibs,  and  the  beautiful  white  canvas  shone  in 
the  sun  like  snow  or  silver.  When  I  first  sighted 
her,  all  her  sails  were  drawing;  she  was  lying  a 
course  about  northwest ;  and  I  presumed  the  men 
on  board  were  going  round  the  island  on  their 
way  back  to  the  anchorage.  Presently  she  began 
to  fetch  more  and  more  to  the  westward,  so  that  I 
thought  they  had  sighted  me  and  were  going 
about  in  chase.  At  last,  however,  she  fell  right 
into  the  wind's  eye,  was  taken  dead  aback,  and 
stood  there  a  while  helpless,  with  her  sails  shiver- 
ing. 

"Clumsy  fellows,"  said  I;  "they  must  still  be 
drunk  as  owls."  And  I  thought  how  Captain 
Smollett  would  have  set  them  skipping. 

Meanwhile,  the  schooner  gradually  fell  off,  and 
filled  again  upon  another  tack,  sailed  swiftlv  for  a 
minute  or  so,  and  brought  up  once  more  dead  in 
the  wind's  eye.     Again  and  again  was  this  re- 


1 82  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

peated.  To  and  fro,  up  and  down,  north,  south, 
east,  and  west,  the  Hispaniola  sailed  by  swoops 
and  dashes,  and  at  each  repetition  ended  as  she 
had  begun,  with  idly-flapping  canvas.  It  became 
plain  to  me  that  nobody  was  steering.  And,  if  so, 
where  were  the  men  Either  they  were  dead 
drunk,  or  had  deserted  her,  I  thought,  and  per- 
haps if  I  could  get  on  board  I  might  return  the 
vessel  to  her  captain. 

The  current  was  bearing  coracle  and  schooner 
southward  at  an  equal  rate.  As  for  the  latter's 
sailing,  it  was  so  wild  and  intermittent,  and  she 
hung  each  time  so  long  in  irons,  that  she  certainly 
gained  nothing,  if  she  did  not  even  lose.  If  only 
I  dared  to  sit  up  and  paddle,  I  made  sure  that  I 
could  overhaul  her.  The  scheme  had  an  air  of 
adventure  that  inspired  me,  and  the  thought  of 
the  water  breaker  beside  the  fore  companion 
doubled  my  growing  courage. 

Up  I  got,  was  welcomed  almost  instantly  by 
another  cloud  of  spray,  but  this  time  stuck  to  my 
purpose ;  and  set  myself,  with  all  my  strength  and 
caution,  to  paddle  after  the  unsteered  Hispaniola. 
Once  I  shipped  a  sea  so  heavy  that  I  had  to  stop 
and  bale,  with  my  heart  fluttering  like  a  bird;  but 
gradually  I  got  into  the  way  of  the  thing,  and 
guided  my  coracle  among  the  waves,  with  only 
now  and  then  a  blow  upon  her  bows  and  a  dash  of 
foam  in  my  face. 

I  was  now  gaining  rapidly  on  the  schooner;  I 
could  see  the  brass  glisten  on  the  tiller  as  it 
banged  about ;  and  still  no  soul  appeared  upon  her 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 83 

decks.  I  could  not  choose  but  suppose  she  was 
deserted.  If  not,  the  men  were  lying  drunk  be- 
low, where  1  might  batten  them  down,  perhaps, 
and  do  what  I  chose  with  the  ship. 

J^or  some  time  she  had  been  doing  the  worst 
thing  possible  for  me — standing  still.  She 
headed  nearly  due  south,  yawing,  of  course,  all  the 
time.  Each  time  she  fell  off  her  sails  partly 
filled,  and  these  brought  her,  in  a  moment,  right 
to  the  wind  again.  I  have  said  this  was  the  worst 
thing  possible  for  me;  for,  helpless  as  she  looked 
in  this  situation,  with  the  canvas  cracking  like 
cannon  and  the  blocks  trundling  and  banging  on 
the  deck,  she  still  continued  to  run  away  from  me, 
not  only  with  the  speed  of  the  current,  but  by  the 
whole  amount  of  her  leeway,  which  was  naturally 
great. 

But  now,  at  last,  I  had  my  chance.  The  breeze 
•fell,  for  some  seconds,  very  low,  and  the  current 
gradually  turning  her,  the  Hispaniola  revolved 
slowly  round  her  centre,  and  at  last  presented  me 
her  stern,  with  the  cabin  window  still  gaping  open 
and  the  lamp  over  the  table  still  burning  on  into 
the  day.  The  mainsail  hung  drooped  like  a  ban- 
ner.    She  was  stock  still  but  for  the  current. 

For  the  last  little  while  I  had  even  lost ;  but  now- 
redoubling  my  efforts,  I  began  once  more  to 
overhaul  the  chase. 

I  was  not  a  hundred  yards  from  her  when  the 
wind  came  again  in  a  clap;  she  filled  on  the  port 
tack,  and  was  off  again,  stooping  and  skimming 
like  a  swallow. 


184  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

My  first  impulse  was  one  of  despair,  but  my 
second  was  towards  joy.  Round  she  came  till  she 
was  broadside  on  to  me — round  still  till  she  had 
covered  a  half,  and  then  two-thirds,  and  then 
three-quarters  of  the  distance  that  separated  us. 
I  could  see  the  waves  boiling  white  under  her 
forefoot.  Immensely  tall  she  looked  to  me  from 
my  1owt  station  in  the  coracle. 

And  then,  of  a  sudden,  I  began  to  comprehend. 
I  had  scarce  time  to  think — scarce  time  to  act  and 
save  myself.  I  was  on  the  summit  of  one  swell 
wrhen  the  schooner  came  stooping  over  the  next. 
The  bowsprit  was  over  my  head.  I  sprang  to  my 
feet  and  leaped,  stamping  the  coracle  under  water. 
With  one  hand  I  caught  the  jib-boom,  while  my 
foot  was  lodged  between  the  stay  and  the  brace; 
and  as  I  still  clung  there  panting,  a  dull  blow  told 
me  that  the  schooner  had  charged  down  upon  and 
struck  the  coracle,  and  that  I  was  left  without  re- 
treat on  the  Hispaniola. 


CHAPTER    XXV. 

I    STRIKE    THE   JOLLY    ROGER. 

I  had  scarce  gained  a  position  on  the  bowsprit 
when  the  flying  jib  flapped  and  filled  upon  the 
other  tack,  with  a  report  like  a  gun.  The 
schooner  trembled  to  her  keel  under  the  reverse ; 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 85 

but  next  moment,  the  other  sails  still  drawing,  the 
jib  flapped  back  again,  and  hung  idle. 

This  had  nearly  tossed  me  off  into  the  sea;  and 
now  I  lost  no  time,  crawled  back  along  the  bow- 
sprit, and  tumbled  head  foremost  on  the  deck. 

I  was  on  the  lee  side  of  the  forecastle,  and  the 
mainsail,  which  was  still  drawing,  concealed  from 
me  a  certain  portion  of  the  after-deck.  Not  a 
soul  was  to  be  seen.  The  planks,  which  had  not 
been  swabbed  since  the  mutiny,  bore  the  print  of 
many  feet;  and  an  empty  bottle,  broken  by  the 
neck,  tumbled  to  and  fro  like  a  live  thing  in  the 
scuppers. 

Suddenly  the  Hispaniola  came  right  into  the 
wind.  The  jibs  behind  me  cracked  aloud;  the 
rudder  slammed  to ;  the  whole  ship  gave  a  sicken- 
ing heave  and  shudder,  and  at  the  same  moment 
the  main-boom  swung  inboard,  the  sheet  groan- 
ing in  the  blocks,  and  showed  me  the  lee  after- 
deck. 

There  were  the  two  watchmen,  sure  enough: 
red-cap  on  his  back,  as  stiff  as  a  handspike,  with 
his  arms  stretched  out  like  those  of  a  crucifix,  and 
his  teeth  showing  through  his  open  lips;  Israel 
Hands  propped  against  the  bulwarks,  his  chin  on 
his  chest,  his  hands  lying  open  before  him  on  the 
deck,  his  face  as  white,  under  its  tan,  as  a  tallow 
candle. 

For  a  while  the  ship  kept  bucking  and  sidling 
like  a  vicious  horse,  the  sails  filling,  now  on  one 
tack,  now  on  another,  and  the  boom  swinging  to 
and  fro  till  the  mast  groaned  aloud  under  the 


1 86  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

strain.  Now  and  again,  too,  there  would  come  a 
cloud  of  light  sprays  over  the  bulwark  and  a  heavy 
blow  of  the  ship's  bows  against  the  swell :  so  much 
heavier  weather  was  made  of  it  by  this  great, 
rigged  ship  than  by  my  home-made,  lop-sided 
coracle,  now  gone  to  the  bottom  of  the  sea. 

At  every  jump  of  the  schooner  red-cap  slipped 
to  and  fro;  but — what  was  ghastly  to  behold — 
neither  his  attitude  nor  his  fixed,  teeth-disclosing 
grin  was  anyway  disturbed  by  this  rough  usage. 
At  every  jump,  too,  Hands  appeared  still  more  to 
sink  into  himself  and  settle  down  upon  the  deck, 
his  feet  sliding  ever  the  farther  out,  and  the  whole 
body  canting  towards  the  stern,  so  that  his  face 
became,  little  by  little,  hid  from  me;  and  at  last  I 
could  see  nothing  beyond  his  ear  and  the  frayed 
ringlet  of  one  whisker. 

At  the  same  time  I  observed  round  both  of  them 
splashes  of  dark  blood  upon  the  planks,  and  began 
to  feel  sure  that  they  had  killed  each  other  in  their 
drunken  wrath. 

While  I  was  thus  looking  and  wondering,  in  a 
calm  moment,  when  the  ship  was  still,  Israel 
Hands  turned  partly  round,  and,  with  a  low  moan, 
writhed  himself  back  to  the  position  in  which  I 
had  seen  him  first.  The  moan,  which  told  of  pain 
and  deadly  weakness,  and  the  way  in  which  his 
jaw  hung  open,  went  right  to  my  heart.  But 
when  I  remembered  the  talk  I  had  overheard 
from  the  apple-barrel,  all  pity  left  me. 

I  walked  aft  until  I  reached  the  mainmast. 

"Come  aboard,  Mr.  Hands,"  I  said  ironicaMv. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  187 

He  rolled  his  eyes  round  heavily;  but  he  was 
too  far  gone  to  express  surprise.  All  he  could  do 
was  to  utter  one  word,  "Brandy!" 

It  occurred  to  me  there  was  no  time  to  lose; 
and,  dodging  the  boom  as  it  once  more  lurched 
across  the  deck,  I  slipped  aft  and  down  the  com- 
panion-stairs into  the  cabin. 

It  was  such  a  scene  of  confusion  as  you  can 
hardly  fancy.  All  the  lock-fast  places  had  been 
broken  open  in  quest  of  the  chart.  The  floor  was 
thick  with  mud,  where  ruffians  had  sat  down  to 
drink  or  consult  after  wading  in  the  marshes 
round  their  camp.  The  bulkheads,  all  painted  in 
clear  white  and  beaded  round  with  gilt,  bore  a 
pattern  of  dirty  hands.  Dozens  of  empty  bottles 
clinked  together  in  corners  to  the  rolling  of  the 
ship.  One  of  the  doctor's  medical  books  lay  open 
on  the  table,  half  of  the  leaves  gutted  out,  I  sup- 
pose for  pipelights.  In  the  midst  of  all  this  the 
lamp  still  cast  a  smoky  glow,  obscure  and  brown 
as  umber. 

I  went  into  the  cellar;  all  the  barrels  were  gone, 
and  of  the  bottles  a  most  surprising  number  had 
been  drunk  out  and  thrown  away.  Certainly, 
since  the  mutiny  began,  not  a  man  of  them  could 
ever  have  been  sober. 

Foraging  about,  I  found  a  bottle  with  some 
brandy  left,  for  Hands;  and  for  myself  I  routed 
out  some  biscuit,  some  pickled  fruits,  a  great 
bunch  of  raisins  and  a  piece  of  cheese.  With 
these  I  came  on  deck,  put  down  my  own  stock 
behind  the  rudder-head  and  well  out  of  the  cox- 


1 88  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

swain's  reach,  went  forward  to  the  water-breaker 
and  had  a  good,  deep  drink  of  water,  and  then,  and 
not  till  then,  gave  Hands  the  brandy. 

He  must  have  drunk  a  gill  before  he  took  the 
bottle  from  his  mouth. 

"Aye,"  said  he,  "by  thunder,  but  I  wanted  some 
o'  that!" 

I  had  sat  down  already  in  my  own  corner  and 
begun  to  eat. 

"Much  hurt?"  I  asked  him. 

He  grunted;  or,  rather.  I  might  say,  he  barked. 

"If  that  doctor  was  aboard,"  he  said,  "I'd  be 
right  enough  in  a  couple  of  turns;  but  I  don't  have 
no  manner  of  luck,  you  see,  and  that's  what's  the 
matter  with  me.  As  for  that  swab,  he's  good  and 
dead,  he  is,"  he  added,  indicating  the  man  with 
the  red  cap.  "He  warn't  no  seaman,  anyhow. 
And  where  mought  you  have  come  from?" 

"Well,"  said  I,  "I've  come  aboard  to  take  pos- 
session of  this  ship,  Mr.  Hands ;  and  you'll  please 
regard  me  as  your  captain  until  further  notice." 

He  looked  at  me  sourly  enough,  but  said 
nothing.  Some  of  the  color  had  come  back  into 
his  cheeks,  though  he  still  looked  very  sick,  and 
still  continued  to  slip  out  and  settle  down  as  the 
ship  banged  about. 

"By  the  bye,"  I  continued,  "I  can't  have  these 
colors,  Mr.  Hands:  and,  by  your  leave,  I'll  strike 
'em.     Better  none  than  these." 

And,  again  dodging  the  boom,  I  ran  to  the 
color  lines,  hauled  down  their  cursed  black  flag 
and  chucked  it  overboard. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  189 

"God  save  the  king!"  said  I,  waving  my  cap; 
"and  there's  an  end  to  Captain  Silver." 

He  watched  me  keenly  and  slyly,  his  chin  all 
the  while  on  his  breast. 

"I  reckon,"  he  said  at  last — "I  reckon,  Cap'n 
Hawkins,  you'll  kind  of  want  to  get  ashore,  now. 
S'pose  we  talks." 

"Why,  yes,"  says  I,  "with  all  my  heart,  Mr. 
Hands.  Say  on."  And  I  went  back  to  my  meal 
with  a  good  appetite. 

"This  man,"  he  began,  nodding  feebly  at  the 
corpse — "O'Brien  were  his  name — a  rank  Ire- 
lander — this  man  and  me  got  the  canvas  on  her, 
meaning  for  to  sail  her  back.  Well,  he's  dead, 
now,  he  is — as  dead  as  bilge ;  and  who's  to  sail  this 
ship  I  don't  see.  Without  I  gives  you  a  hint  you 
ain't  that  man,  as  far's  I  can  tell.  Now,  look  here; 
you  gives  me  food  and  drink,  and  a  old  scarf  or 
ankecher  to  tie  my  wound  up,  you  do,  and  I'll 
tell  you  how  to  sail  her;  and  that's  about  square 
all  round,  I  take  it." 

"I'll  tell  you  one  thing,"  says  I :  "I'm  not  going 
back  to  Captain  Kidd's  anchorage,  I  mean  to  sret 
into  North  Inlet,  and  beach  her  quietly  there/*' 

"To  be  sure  you  did,"  he  cried.  "Why,  I  ain't 
sich  an  infernal  lubber,  after  all.  I  can  see,  can't 
I?  I've  tried  my  fling,  I  have,  and  I've  lost,  and 
it's  you  has  the  wind  of  me.  North  Inlet?  Why, 
I  haven't  no  ch'ice,  not  I !  I'd  help  you  sail  her 
up  to  Execution  Dock,  by  thunder!  so  I  would." 

Well,  as  it  seemed  to  me,  there  was  some  sense 
in  this.     We  struck  our  bargain  on  the  spot.     In 


I90  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

three  minutes  I  had  the  Hispaniola  sailing  easily 
before  the  wind  along  the  coast  of  Treasure  Isl- 
and, with  good  hopes  of  turning  the  northern 
point  ere  noon,  and  beating  down  again  as  far  as 
North  Inlet  before  high  water,  when  we  might 
beach  her  safely,  and  wait  till  the  subsiding  tide 
permitted  us  to  land. 

Then  I  lashed  the  tiller  and  went  below  to  my 
own  chest,  where  I  got  a  soft  silk  handkerchief  of 
my  mother's.  With  this,  and  with  my  aid,  Hands 
bound  up  the  great  bleeding  stab  he  had  received 
in  the  thigh,  and  after  he  had  eaten  a  little  and  had 
a  swallow  or  two  more  of  the  brandy,  he  began  to 
pick  up  visibly,  sat  straighter  up,  spoke  louder 
and  clearer,  and  looked  in  every  way  another  man. 

The  breeze  now  served  us  admirably.  We 
skimmed  before  it  like  a  bird,  the  coast  of  the  isl- 
and flashing  by,  and  the  view  changing  every 
minute.  Soon  we  were  past  the  high  lands  and 
bowling  beside  low,  sandy  country,  sparsely  dot- 
ted with  dwarf  pines,  and  soon  we  were  beyond 
that  again,  and  had  turned  the  corner  of  the  rocky 
hill  that  ends  the  island  on  the  north. 

I  was  greatly  elated  with  my  new  command, 
and  pleased  with  the  bright,  sunshiny  weather, 
and  these  different  prospects  of  the  coast.  I  had 
now  plenty  of  water  and  good  things  to  eat,  and 
my  conscience,  which  had  smitten  me  hard  for  my 
desertion,  was  quieted  by  the  great  conquest  I 
had  made.  I  should,  I  think,  have  had  nothing 
left  me  to  desire  but  for  the  eyes  of  the  coxswain 
as  thev  followed  me  derisively  about  the  deck. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  191 

and  the  odd  smile  that  appeared  continually  on  his 
face.  It  was  a  smile  that  had  in  it  something  both 
of  pain  and  weakness — a  haggard,  old  man's 
smile;  but  there  was,  besides  that,  a  grain  of  de- 
rision, a  shadow  of  treachery,  in  his  expression  as 
he  craftily  watched,  and  watched,  and  watched 
me  at  my  work. 


CHAPTER    XXVI. 

ISRAEL    HANDS. 

The  wind,  serving  us  to  a  desire,  now  hauled 
into  the  west.  We  could  run  so  much  the  easier 
from  the  northeast  corner  of  the  island  to  the 
mouth  of  the  North  Inlet.  Only,  as  we  had  no 
power  to  anchor,  and  dared  not  beach  her  till  the 
tide  had  flowed  a  good  deal  further,  time  hung  on 
our  hands.  The  coxswain  told  me  how  to  lay  the 
ship  to;  after  a  good  many  trials  I  succeeded,  and 
we  both  sat  in  silence  over  another  meal. 

"Cap'n,"  said  he  at  length,  with  that  same  un- 
comfortable smile,  "here's  my  old  shipmate, 
O'Brien;  s'pose  you  was  to  heave  him  overboard. 
I  ain't  partic'lar  as  a  rule,  and  I  don't  take  no 
blame  for  settling  his  hash;  but  I  don't  reckon 
him  ornamental,  now,  do  you?" 

"I'm  not  strong  enough,  and  I  don't  like  the 
job;  and  there  he  lies,  for  me,"  said  I. 

"This  here's  an  unlucky  ship — this  Hispaniola, 


I92  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

Jim,"  he  went  on,  blinking.  ''There's  a  power  of 
men  been  killed  in  this  Hispaniola — a  sight  o' 
poor  seamen  dead  and  gone  since  you  and  me 
took  ship  to  Bristol.  I  never  seen  sich  dirty  luck, 
not  I.  There  was  this  here  O'Brien,  now — he's 
dead,  ain't  he?  Well,  now,  I'm  no  scholar,  and 
you're  a  lad  as  can  read  and  figure;  and  to  put  it 
straight,  do  you  take  it  as  a  dead  man  is  dead  for 
good,  or  do  he  come  alive  again?" 

"You  can  kill  the  body,  Mr.  Hands,  but  not  the 
spirit;  you  must  know  that  already,"  I  replied. 
"O'Brien  there  is  in  another  world,  and  maybe 
watching  us." 

"Ah!"  says  he.  "Well,  that's  unfort  nate — ap- 
pears as  if  killing  parties  was  a  waste  of  time. 
Howsomever,  sperrits  don't  reckon  for  much,  by 
what  I've  seen.  I'll  chance  it  with  the  sperrits. 
Jim.  And  now,  you've  spoke  up  free,  and  I'd 
take  it  kind  if  you'd  step  down  to  that  there  cabin 
and  get  me  a — well,  a — shiver  my  timbers!  I  can't 
hit  the  name  on't;  well,  you  get  me  a  bottle  of 
wine,  Jim;  this  here  brandy's  too  strong  for  my 
head." 

Now  the  coxswain's  hesitation  seemed  to  be 
unnatural ;  and  as  for  the  notion  of  his  preferring 
wine  to  brandy,  I  entirely  disbelieved  it.  The 
whole  story  was  a  pretext.  He  wanted  me  to 
leave  the  deck — so  much  was  plain ;  but  with  what 
purpose  I  could  in  no  way  imagine.  His  eyes 
never  met  mine;  they  kept  wandering  to  and  fro, 
up  and  down,  now  with  a  look  to  the  sky,  now 
with  a  flitting  glance  upon  the  dead  O'Brien.    All 


Treasure  Island    3 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  19^ 

the  time  he  kept  smiling,  and  putting  his  tongue 
out  in  the  most  guilty,  embarrassed  manner,  so 
that  a  child  could  have  told  that  he  was  bent  on 
some  deception.  I  was  prompt  with  my  answer, 
however,  for  I  saw  where  my  advantage  lay;  and 
that  with  a  fellow  so  densely  stupid  I  could  easily 
conceal  my  suspicions  to  the  end. 

"Some  wine?"  I  said.  "Far  better.  Will  you 
have  white  or  red?" 

"Well,  I  reckon  it's  about  the  blessed  same  to 
me,  shipmate,"  he  replied;  "so  it's  strong,  and 
plenty  of  it,  what's  the  odds?" 

"All  right,"  I  answered.  "I'll  bring  you  port, 
Mr.  Hands.     But  I'll  have  to  dig  for  it." 

With  that  I  scuttled  down  the  companion  with 
all  the  noise  I  could,  slipped  off  my  shoes,  ran 
quietly  along  the  sparred  gallery,  mounted  the 
forecastle  ladder,  and  popped  my  head  out  of  the 
fore  companion.  I  knew  he  would  not  expect  to 
see  me  there,  yet  I  took  every  precaution  possi- 
ble; and  certainly  the  worst  'of.  my  suspicions 
proved  too  true. 

He  had  risen  from  his  position  to  his  hands  and 
knees;  and,  though  his  leg  obviously  hurt  him 
pretty  sharply  when  he  moved — for  I  could  hear 
him  stifle  a  groan — yet  it  was  at  a  good,  rattling 
rate  that  he  trailed  himself  across  the  deck.  In 
half  a  minute  he  had  reached  the  port  scuppers, 
and  picked,  out  of  a  coil  of  rope,  a  long  knife,  or 
rather  a  short  dirk,  discolored  to  the  hilt  with 
blood.  He  looked  upon  it  for  a  moment,  thrust- 
ing forth  his  under  jaw,  tried  the  point  upon  his 


194  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

hand,  and  then,  hastily  concealing  it  in  the  bosom 
of  his  jacket,  trundled  back  again  into  his  old 
place  against  the  bulwark. 

This  was  all  that  I  required  to  know.  Israel 
could  move  about;  he  was  now  armed,  and  if  he 
had  been  at  so  much  trouble  to  get  rid  of  me,  it 
was  plain  that  I  was  meant  to  be  the  victim. 
What  he  would  do  afterwards — whether  he  would 
try  to  crawl  right  across  the  island  from  North 
Inlet  to  the  camp  among  the  swamps,  or  whether 
he  would  fire  Long  Tom,  trusting  that  his  own 
comrades  might  come  first  to  help  him,  was,  of 
course,  more  than  I  could  sa^. 

Yet  I  felt  sure  that  I  could  trust  him  in  one 
point,  since  in  that  our  interests  jumped  together, 
and  that  was  in  the  disposition  of  the  schooner. 
We  both  desired  to  have  her  stranded  safe 
enough,  in  a  sheltered  place,  and  so  that  when  the 
time  came  she  could  be  got  off  again  with  as  little 
labor  and  danger  as  might  be;  and  until  that  was 
done  I  considered  that  my  life  would  certainly  be 
spared. 

While  I  was  thus  turning  the  business  over  in 
my  mind  I  had  not  been  idle  with  my  body.  I 
had  stolen  back  to  the  cabin,  slipped  once  more 
into  my  shoes,  and  laid  my  hand  at  random  on  a 
bottle  of  wine,  and  now,  with  this  for  an  excuse, 
I  made  my  reappearance  on  the  deck. 

Hands  lay  as  I  had  left  him,  all  fallen  together 
in  a  bundle,  and  with  his  eyelids  lowered,  as 
though  he  were  too  weak  to  bear  the  light.  He 
looked  up,  however,  at  my  coming,  knocked  the 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  195 

neck  off  the  bottle  like  a  man  who  had  done  the 
same  thing  often,  and  took  a  good  swig,  with  his 
favorite  toast  of  "Here's  luck."  Then  he  lay  quiet 
for  a  little,  and  then,  pulling  out  a  stick  of  to- 
bacco, begged  me  to  cut  him  a  quid. 

"Cut  me  a  junk  o'  that,"  says  he,  "for  I  haven't 
no  knife,  and  hardly  strength  enough,  so  be  as  I 
had.  Ah,  Jim,  Jim,  I  reckon  I've  missed  stays! 
Cut  me  a  quid,  as  '11  likely  be  the  last,  lad;  for  I'm 
for  my  long  home,  and  no  mistake." 

"Well,"  said  I,  "I'll  cut  you  some  tobacco;  but 
if  I  was  you  and  thought  myself  so  badly  I  would 
go  to  my  prayers,  like  a  Christian  man." 

"Why?"  said  he.     "Now,  you  tell  me  why." 

"Why?"  I  cried.  "You  were  asking  me  just 
now  about  the  dead.  You've  broken  your  trust; 
you've  lived  in  sin  and  lies  and  blood;  there's  a 
man  you  killed  lying  at  your  feet  this  moment — 
and  you  ask  me  'Why!'  For  God's  mercy,  Mr. 
Hands,  that's  why." 

I  spoke  with  a  little  heat,  thinking  of  the  bloody 
dirk  he  had  hidden  in  his  pocket,  and  designed, 
in  his  ill  thoughts,  to  end  me  with.  He,  for  his 
part,  took  a  great  draught  of  the  wine,  and  spoke 
with  the  most  unusual  solemnity. 

"For  thirty  years,"  he  said,  "I've  sailed  the  seas, 
and  seen  good  and  bad,  better  and  worse,  fair 
weather  and  foul,  provisions  running  out,  knives 
going,  and  what  not.  Well,  now  I  tell  you,  I 
never  seen  good  come  o'  goodness  yet.  Him  as 
strikes  first  is  my  fancy;  dead  men  don't  bite; 
them's  my  views — amen,  so  be  it.     And  now,  you 


I96  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

look  here,"  he  added,  suddenly  changing  his  tone, 
"we've  had  about  enough  of  this  foolery.  The 
tide's  made  good  enough  by  now.  You  just  take 
my  orders,  Cap'n  Hawkins,  and  we'll  sail  slap  in 
and  be  done  with  it." 

All  told  we  had  scarce  two  miles  to  run;  but  the 
navigation  was  delicate,  the  entrance  to  this 
northern  anchorage  was  not  only  narrow  and 
shoal,  but  lay  east  and  west,  so  that  the  schooner 
must  be  nicely  handled  to  be  got  in.  I  think  I 
was  a  good  prompt  subaltern,  and  I  am  very  sure 
that  Hands  was  an  excellent  pilot;  for  we  went 
about  and  about,  and  dodged  in,  shaving  the 
banks,  with  a  certainty  and  a  neatness  that  were  a 
pleasure  to  behold. 

Scarcely  had  we  passed  the  heads  before  the 
land  closed  around  us.  The  shores  of  North  In- 
let were  as  thickly  wooded  as  those  of  the  south- 
ern anchorage,  but  the  space  was  longer  and  nar- 
rower and  more  like,  what  in  truth  it  was,  the  es- 
tuary of  a  river.  Right  before  us,  at  the  southern 
end,  we  saw  the  wreck  of  a  ship  in  the  last  stages 
of  dilapidation.  It  had  been  a  great  vessel  of 
three  masts,  but  had  lain  so  long  exposed  to  the 
injuries  of  the  weather  that  it  was  hung  about  with 
great  webs  of  dripping  seaweed,  and  on  the  deck 
of  it  shore  bushes  had  taken  root  and  now  flour- 
ished, thick  with  flowers.  It  was  a  sad  sight,  but 
it  showed  us  that  the  anchorage  was  calm. 

"Now,"  said  Hands,  "look  there,  there's  a  pet 
bit  for  to  beach  a  ship  in.     Fine  flat  sand,  never  a 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  197 

catspaw,  trees  all  around  of  it,  and  flowers  a-blow- 
ing  like  a  garding  on  that  old  ship." 

"And  once  beached,"  I  inquired,  "how  shall  we 
get  her  off  again?" 

"Why,  so,"  he  replied:  "you  take  a  line  ashore 
there  on  the  other  side  at  low  water;  take  a  turn 
about  one  o'  them  big  pines;  bring  it  back,  take  a 
turn  round  the  capstan,  and  lie-to  for  the  tide. 
Come  high  water,  all  hands  take  a  pull  upon  the 
line,  and  off  she  comes  as  sweet  as  natur'.  And 
now,  boy,  you  stand  by.  We're  near  the  bit  now, 
and  she's  too  much  way  on  her.  Starboard  a  lit- 
tle— so — steady — starboard — larboard  a  little — 
steady — steady!" 

So  he  issued  his  commands,  which  I  breath- 
lessly obeyed;  till,  all  of  a  sudden,  he  cried,  "Now, 
my  hearty,  luff!"  And  I  put  the  helm  hard, up, 
and  the  Hispaniola  swung  round  rapidly  and  ran 
stem  on  for  the  low  wooded  shore. 

The  excitement  of  these  last  manoeuvres  had 
somewhat  interfered  with  the  watch  I  had  kept 
hitherto,  sharply  enough,  upon  the  coxswain. 
Even  then  I  was  still  so  much  interested,  waiting 
for  the  ship  to  touch,  that  I  had  quite  forgot  the 
peril  that  hung  over  my  head,  and  stood  craning 
over  the  starboard  bulwarks  and  watching  the  rip- 
ples spreading  wide  before  the  bows.  I  might 
have  fallen  without  a  struggle  for  my  life  had  not 
a  sudden  disquietude  seized  upon  me,  and  made 
me  turn  my  head.  Perhaps  I  had  heard  a  creak, 
or  seen  his  shadow  moving  with  the  tail  of  my  eye ; 
perhaps  it  was  an  instinct  like  a  cat's;  but,  sure 


I98  -  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

enough,  when  I  looked  round  there  was  Hands, 
already  half-way  towards  me,  with  the  dirk  in  his 
right  hand. 

We  must  both  have  cried  out  aloud  when  our 
eyes  met;  but,  while  mine  was  the  shrill  cry  of  ter- 
ror, his  was  a  roar  of  fury  like  a  charging  bull's. 
At  the  same  instant  he  threw  himself  forward,  and 
I  leaped  sideways  towards  the  bows.  As  I  did  so, 
I  left  hold  of  the  tiller,  which  sprang  sharp  to  lee- 
ward ;  and  I  think  this  saved  my  life,  for  it  struck 
Hands  across  the  chest  and  stopped  him  for  the 
moment  dead. 

Before  he  could  recover,  I  was  safe  out  of  the 
corner  where  he  had  me  trapped,  with  all  the  deck 
to  dodge  about.  Just  forward  of  the  mainmast  I 
stopped,  drew  a  pistol  from  my  pocket,  took  a  cool 
aim,  though  he  had  already  turned  and  was  once 
more  coming  directly  after  me,  and  drew  the  trig- 
ger. The  hammer  fell,  but  there  followed  neither 
flash  nor  sound ;  the  priming  was  useless  with  sea 
water.  I  cursed  myself  for  my  neglect.  Why 
had  not  I,  long  before,  reprimed  and  reloaded  my 
only  weapons?  Then  I  should  not  have  been,  as 
now,  a  mere  fleeing  sheep  before  this  butcher. 

Wounded  as  he  was,  it  was  wonderful  how  fast 
he  could  move,  his  grizzled  hair  tumbling  over  his 
face,  and  his  face  itself  as  red  as  a  red  ensign  with 
his  haste  and  fury.  I  had  no  time  to  try  my  other 
pistol,  nor,  indeed,  much  inclination,  for  I  was 
sure  it  would  be  useless.  One  thing  I  saw  plainly; 
I  must  not  simply  retreat  before  him,  or  he  would 
speedily  hold  me  boxed  into  the  bows,  as  a  mo- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  1 99 

ment  since  he  had  so  nearly  boxed  me  in  the  stern, 
unce  so  caught,  and  nine  or  ten  inches  of  the 
blood-stained  dirk  would  be  my  last  experience  on 
this  side  of  eternity.  I  placed  my  palms  against 
ihe  mainmast,  which  was  of  a  goodish  bigness, 
and  waited,  every  nerve  upon  the  stretch. 

Seeing  that  I  meant  to  dodge,  he  also  paused; 
and  a  moment  or  two  passed  in  feints  on  his  part, 
and  corresponding  movements  upon  mine.  It 
was  such  a  game  as  I  had  often  played  at  home 
about  the  rocks  of  Black  Hill  Cove;  but  never 
before,  you  may  be  sure,  with  such  a  wildly  beat- 
ing heart  as  now.  Still,  as  I  say,  it  was  a  boy's 
game,  and  I  thought  I  could  hold  my  own  at  it, 
against  an  elderly  seaman  with  a  wounded  thigh. 
Indeed,  my  courage  had  begun  to  rise  so  high, 
that  I  allowed  myself  a  few  darting  thoughts  on 
what  would  be  the  end  of  the  affair;  and  while  I 
saw  certainly  that  I  could  spin  it  out  for  long,  I 
saw  no  hope  of  any  ultimate  escape. 

Well,  while  things  stood  thus,  suddenly  the 
Hispaniola  struck,  staggered,  ground  for  an  in- 
stant in  the  sand,  and  then,  swift  as  a  blow,  canted 
over  to  the  port  side,  till  the  deck  stood  at  an  angle 
of  forty-five  degrees  and  about  a  puncheon  of 
water  splashed  into  the  scupper  holes,  and  lay,  in 
a  pool,  betwTeen  the  deck  and  bulwark. 

We  were  both  of  us  capsized  in  a  second,  and 
both  of  us  rolled,  almost  together,  into  the  scup- 
pers; the  dead  red-cap,  with  his  arms  still  spread 
out,  tumbling  stiffly  after  us.  So  near  were  we, 
indeed,  that  my  head  came  against  the  coxswain's 


200  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

foot  with  a  crack  that  made  my  teeth  rattle.  Blow 
and  all,  I  was  the  first  afoot  again;  for  Hands  had 
got  involved  with  the  dead  body.  The  sudden 
canting  of  the  ship  had  made  the  deck  no  place 
for  running  on;  I  had  to  find  some  new  way  of 
escape,  and  that  upon  the  instant,  for  my  foe  was 
almost  touching  me.  Quick  as  thought  I  sprang 
into  the  mizzen  shrouds,  rattled  up  hand  over 
hand,  and  did  not  draw  a  breath  till  I  was  seated 
on  the  cross-trees. 

I  had  been  saved  by  being  prompt;  the  dirk  had 
struck  not  half  a  foot  below  me,  as  I  pursued  my 
upward  flight,  and  there  stood  Israel  Hands  with 
his  mouth  open  and  his  face  upturned  to  mine,  a 
perfect  statue  of  surprise  and  disappointment. 

Now  that  I  had  a  moment  to  myself,  I  lost  no 
time  in  changing  the  priming  of  my  pistol,  and 
then,  having  one  ready  for  service,  and  to  make 
assurance  doubly  sure,  I  proceeded  to  draw  the 
load  of  the  other,  and  recharge  it  afresh  from  the 
beginning. 

My  new  employment  struck  Hands  all  of  a 
heap;  he  began  to  see  the  dice  going  against  him; 
and  after  an  obvious  hesitation,  he  also  hauled 
himself  heavily  into  the  shrouds,  and,  with  the 
dirk  in  his  teeth,  began  slowly  and  painfully  to 
mount.  It  cost  him  no  end  of  time  and  groans  to 
haul  his  wounded  leg  behind  him;  and  I  had 
quietly  finished  my  arrangements  before  he  was 
much  more  than  a  third  of  the  way  up.  Then, 
with  a  pistol  in  either  hand,  I  addressed  him. 

"One  more  step,  Mr.  Hands,"  said  I,  "and  I'll 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  201 

blow  your  brains  out!  Dead  men  don't  bite,  you 
know,"  I  added,  with  a  chuckle. 

He  stopped  instantly,  i  could  see  by  the  work- 
ing of  his  face  that  he  was  trying  to  think,  and 
that  the  process  was  so  slow  and  laborious  that,  in 
my  new-found  security,  I  laughed  aloud.  At  last, 
with  a  swallow  or  two,  he  spoke,  his  face  still 
wearing  the  same  expression  of  extreme  perplex- 
ity. In  order  to  speak  he  had  to  take  the  dagger 
from  his  mouth,  but,  in  all  else,  he  remained  un- 
moved. 

"Jim,"  says  he,  "I  reckon  we're  fouled,  you  and 
me,  and  we'll  have  to  sign  articles.  I'd  have  had 
you  but  for  that  lurch;  but  I  don't  have  no  luck, 
not  I;  and  I  reckon  I'll  have  to  strike,  which 
comes  hard,  you  see,  for  a  master  mariner  to  a 
ship's  younker  like  you,  Jim." 

I  was  drinking  in  his  words  and  smiling  away, 
as  conceited  as  a  cock  upon  a  wall,  when,  all  in  a 
breath,  back  went  his  right  hand  over  his  shoul- 
der. Something  sang  like  an  arrow  through  the 
air:  I  felt  a  blow  and  then  a  sharp  pang,  and  there 
I  was  pinned  by  the  shoulder  to  the  mast.  In  the 
horrid  pain  and  surprise  of  the  moment — I  can 
scarce  say  it  was  by  my  own  volition,  and  I  am 
sure  it  was  without  a  conscious  aim — both  my 
pistols  went  off,  and  both  escaped  out  of  my 
hands.  They  did  not  fall  alone;  with  a  choked 
cry,  the  coxswain  loosed  his  grasp  upon  the 
shrouds,  and  plunged  head  first  into  the  water. 


202  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

CHAPTER    XXVII. 
"pieces  of  eight." 

Owing  to  the  cant  of  the  vessel,  the  masts  hung" 
far  out  over  the  water,  and  from  my  perch  on  the 
cross-trees  I  had  nothing  below  me  but  the  sur- 
face of  the  bay.  Hands,  who  was  not  so  far  up, 
was,  in  consequence,  nearer  to  the  ship,  and  fell 
between  me  and  the  bulwarks.  He  rose  once  to 
the  surface  in  a  lather  of  foam  and  blood,  and  then 
sank  again  for  good.  As  the  water  settled,  I 
could  see  him  lying  huddled  together  on  the 
clean,  bright  sand  in  the  shadow  of  the  vessel's 
sides.  A  fish  or  two  whipped  past  his  body. 
Sometimes,  by  the  quivering  of  the  water,  he  ap- 
peared to  move  a  little,  as  if  he  were  trying  to  rise. 
But  he  was  dead  enough,  for  all  that,  being  both 
shot  and  drowned,  and  was  food  for  fish  in  the 
very  place  where  he  had  designed  my  slaughter. 

I  was  no  sooner  certain  of  this  than  I  began  to 
to  feel  sick,  faint,  and  terrified.  The  hot  blood 
was  running  over  my  back  and  chest.  The  dirk, 
where  it  had  pinned  my  shoulder  to  the  mast, 
seemed  to  burn  like  a  hot  iron ;  yet  it  was  not  so 
much  these  real  sufferings  that  distressed  me,  for 
these,  it  seemed  to  me,  I  could  bear  without  a 
murmur;  it  was  the  horror  I  had  upon  my  mind 
of  falling  from  the  cross-trees  into  that  still  green 
water,  beside  the  body  of  the  coxswain. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  203 

I  clung  with  both  hands  till  my  nails  ached,  and 
I  shut  my  eyes  as  if  to  cover  up  the  peril.  Grad- 
ually my  mind  came  back  again,  my  pulses 
quieted  down  to  a  more  natural  time,  and  I  was 
once  more  in  possession  of  myself. 

It  was  my  first  thought  to  pluck  forth  the  dirk ; 
but  either  it  stuck  too  hard  or  my  nerve  failed  me ; 
and  I  desisted  with  a  violent  shudder.  Oddly 
enough,  that  very  shudder  did  the  business.  The 
knife,  in  fact,  had  come  the  nearest  in  the  world  to 
missing  me  altogether;  it  held  me  by  a  mere  pinch 
of  skin,  and  this  the  shudder  tore  away.  The 
blood  ran  down  the  faster,  to  be  sure;  but  I  was 
my  own  master  again,  and  only  tacked  to  the  mast 
by  my  coat  and  shirt. 

These  last  I  broke  through  with  a  sudden  jerk, 
and  then  regained  the  deck  by  the  starboard 
shrouds.  For  nothing  in  the  world  would  I  have 
again  ventured,  shaken  as  I  was,  upon  the  over- 
hanging port  shrouds,  from  which  Israel  had  so 
lately  fallen. 

I  went  below,  and  did  what  I  could  for  my 
wound;  it  pained  me  a  good  deal,  and  still  bled 
freely;  but  it  was  neither  deep  nor  dangerous,  nor 
did  it  greatly  gall  me  when  I  used  my  arm.  Then 
I  looked  around  me,  and  as  the  ship  was  now,  in  a 
sense  my  own,  I  began  to  think  of  clearing  it  from 
its  last  passenger — the  dead  man,  O'Brien. 

He  had  pitched,  as  I  have  said,  against  the  bul- 
warks, where  he  lay  like  some  horrible,  ungainly 
sort  of  puppet;  life-size,  indeed,  but  how  different 
from  life's  color  or  life's  comeliness !     In  that  po- 


204  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

sition,  I  could  easily  have  my  way  with  him;  and 
as  the  habit  of  tragical  adventures  had  worn  off 
almost  all  my  terror  for  the  dead,  I  took  him  by 
the  waist  as  if  he  had  been  a  sack  of  bran,  and, 
with  one  good  heave,  tumbled  him  overboard.  He 
went  in  with  a  sounding  plunge ;  the  red  cap  came 
off,  and  remained  floating  on  the  surface,  and  as 
soon  as  the  splash  subsided,  I  could  see  him  and 
Israel  lying  side  by  side,  both  wavering  with  the 
tremulous  movement  of  the  water.  O'Brien, 
though  still  quite  a  young  man,  was  very  bald. 
There  he  lay,  with  that  bald  head  across  the  knees 
of  the  man  who  had  killed  him,  and  the  quick 
fishes  steering  to  and  fro  over  both. 

I  was  now  alone  upon  the  ship;  the  tide  had 
just  turned.  The  sun  was  within  so  few  degrees 
of  setting  that  already  the  shadow  of  the  pines 
upon  the  western  shore  began  to  reach  right 
across  the  anchorage,  and  fall  in  patterns  on  the 
deck.  The  evening*  breeze  had  sprung  up,  and 
though  it  was  well  warded  off  by  the  hill  with  the 
two  peaks  upon  the  east,  the  cordage  had  begun 
to  sing  a  little  softly  to  itself  and  the  idle  sails  to 
rattle  to  and  fro. 

I  began  to  see  a  danger  to  the  ship.  The  jibs 
I  speedily  doused  and  brought  tumbling  to  the 
deck :  but  the  main-sail  was  a  harder  matter.  Of 
course,  when  the  schooner  canted  over,  the  boom 
had  swung  out-board,  and  the  cap  of  it  and  a  foot 
or  two  of  sail  hung  even  under  water.  I  thought 
this  made  it  still  more  dangerous;  yet  the  strain 
was  so  heavv  that  I  half  feared  to  meddle.     At 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  205 

last,  I  got  my  knife  and  cut  the  halyards.  The 
peak  dropped  instantly,  a  great  belly  of  loose  can- 
vas floated  broad  upon  the  water;  and  since,  pull 
as  I  liked,  I  could  not  budge  the  downhaul,  that 
was  the  extent  of  what  I  could  accomplish.  For 
the  rest,  the  Hispaniola  must  trust  to  luck,  like 
myself. 

By  this  time  the  whole  anchorage  had  fallen 
into  shadow — the  last  rays,  I  remember,  falling 
through  a  glade  of  the  wood,  and  shining  bright 
as  jewels,  on  the  flowery  mantle  of  the  wreck.  It 
began  to  be  chill;  the  tide  was  rapidly  fleeting  sea- 
ward, the  schooner  settling  more  and  more  on  her 
beam-ends. 

I  scrambled  forward  and  looked  over.  It 
seemed  shallow  enough,  and  holding  the  cut  haw- 
ser in  both  hands  for  a  last  security,  I  let  myself 
drop  softly  overboard.  The  water  scarcely  came 
to  mv  waist ;  the  sand  was  firm  and  covered  with 
ripple  marks,  and  I  waded  ashore  in  great  spirits, 
leaving  the  Hispaniola  on  her  side,  with  her  main- 
sail trailing  wide  upon  the  surface  of  the  bay. 
About  the  same  time  the  sun  went  fairly  down, 
and  the  breeze  whistled  low  in  the  dusk  among 
the  tossing  pines. 

At  least,  and  at  last,  I  was  off  the  sea,  nor  had 
I  returned  thence  empty-handed.  There  lay  the 
schooner,  clear  at  last  from  buccaneers  and  ready 
for  our  own  men  to  board  and  get  to  sea  agfain.  I 
"had  nothing  nearer  my  fancy  than  to  get  home  to 
the  stockade  and  boast  of  my  achievements.  Pos- 
sibly I  might  be  blamed  a  bit  for  my  truancy,  but 


206  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

the  recapture  of  the  Hispaniola  was  a  clenching 
answer,  and  I  hoped  that  even  Captain  Smollett 
would  confess  I  had  not  lost  my  time. 

So  thinking,  and  in  famous  spirits,  I  began  to 
set  my  face  homeward  for  the  block-house  and 
my  companions.  I  remembered  that  the  most 
easterly  of  the  rivers  which  drain  into  Captain 
Kidd's  anchorage  ran  from  the  two-peaked  hill 
upon  my  left;  and  I  bent  my  course  in  that  direc- 
tion that  I  might  pass  the  stream  while  it  was 
small.  The  wood  was  pretty  open,  and  keeping 
along  the  lower  spurs,  I  had  soon  turned  the  cor- 
ner of  that  hill,  and  not  long  after  waded  to  the 
mid-calf  across  the  water-course. 

This  brought  me  near  to  where  I  had  encoun- 
tered Ben  Gunn,  the  maroon;  and  I  walked  more 
circumspectly,  keeping  an  eye  on  every  side.  The 
dusk  had  come  nigh  hand  completely,  and,  as  I 
opened  out  the  cleft  between  the  two  peaks,  I  be- 
came aware  of  a  wavering  glow  against  the  sky, 
where,  as  I  judged,  the  man  of  the  island  was 
cooking  his  supper  before  a  roaring  fire.  And 
yet  I  wondered,  in  my  heart,  that  he  should  show 
himself  so  careless.  For  if  I  could  see  this  radi- 
ance, might  it  not  reach  the  eyes  of  Silver  himself 
where  he  camped  upon  the  shore  among  the 
marshes? 

Gradually  the  nig-ht  fell  blacker:  it  was  all  T 
could  do  to  guide  myself  even  roughly  towards 
my  destination;  the  double  hill  behind  me  and  fhe 
Snv-^lass  on  my  right  hand  loomed  faint  and 
fainter;  the  stars  were  few  and  pale;  and  in  the 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  20J 

low  ground  where  1  wandered  I  kept  tripping 
among  bushes  and  rolling  into  sandy  pits. 
,  Suddenly  a  kind  of  brightness  fell  about  me.  I 
looked  up;  a  pale  glimmer  of  moonbeams  had 
alighted  on  the  summit  of  the  Spy-glass,  and  soon 
after  I  saw  something  broad  and  silvery  moving 
low  down  behind  the  trees,  and  knew  the  moon 
had  risen. 

With  this  to  help  me,  I  passed  rapidly  over  what 
remained  to  me  of  my  journey;  and,  sometimes 
walking,  sometimes  running,  impatiently  drew 
near  to  the  stockade.  Yet,  as  I  began  to  thread 
the  grove  that  lies  before  it,  I  was  not  so  thought- 
less but  that  I  slacked  my  pace  and  went  a  trifle 
warily.  It  would  have  been  a  poor  end  of  my  ad- 
ventures to  get  shot  down  by  my  own  party  in 
mistake. 

The  moon  was  climbing  higher  and  higher;  its 
light  began  to  fall  here  and  there  in  masses  through 
the  more  open  districts  of  the  wood;  and  right  in 
front  of  me  a  glow  of  a  different  color  appeared 
among  the  trees.  It  was  red  and  hot,  and  now 
and  again  it  was  a  little  darkened — as  if  it  were  the 
embers  of  a  bonfire  smouldering. 

For  the  life  of  me,  I  could  not  think  what  it 
might  be. 

At  last  I  came  right  down  upon  the  borders  of 
the  clearing.  The  western  end  was  already  steeped 
in  moonshine;  the  rest,  and  the  block-house  itself, 
still  lay  in  a  black  shadow,  chequered  with  long, 
silvery  streaks  of  light.  On  the  other  side  of  the 
house  an  immense  fire  had  burned  itself  into  clear 


208  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

embers  and  shed  a  steady,  red  reverberation,  con- 
trasted strongly  with  the  mellow  paleness  of  the 
moon.  There  was  not  a  soul  stirring,  nor  a  sound 
beside  the  noises  of  the  breeze. 

I  stopped,  with  much  wonder  in  my  heart,  and 
perhaps  a  little  terror  also.  It  had  not  been  our 
way  to  build  great  fires;  we  were,  indeed,  by  the 
captain's  orders,  somewhat  niggardly  of  firewood; 
and  I  began  to  fear  that  something  had  gone 
wrong  while  I  was  absent. 

I  stole  round  by  the  eastern  end,  keeping  close 
in  shadow,  and  at  a  convenient  place,  where  the 
darkness  was  thickest,  crossed  the  palisade. 

To  make  assurance  surer,  I  got  upon  my  hands 
and  knees,  and  crawled,  without  a  sound,  towards 
the  corner  of  the  house.  As  1  drew  nearer,  my 
heart  was  suddenly  and  greatly  lightened.  It  is 
not  a  pleasant  noise  in  itself,  and  I  have  often 
complained  of  it  at  other  times;  but  just  then  it 
was  like  music  to  hear  my  friends  snoring  to- 
gether so  loud  and  peaceful  in  their  sleep.  The 
sea  cry  of  the  watch,  that  beautiful  "All's  well," 
never  fell  more  reassuringly  on  my  ear. 

In  the  meantime,  there  was  no  doubt  of  one 
thing;  they  kept  an  infamous  bad  watch.  If  it 
had  been  Silver  and  his  lads  that  were  now  creep- 
ing in  on  them,  not  a  soul  would  have  seen  day- 
break. That  was  what  it  was,  thought  I,  to  have 
the  captain  wounded;  and  again  I  blamed  mvself 
sharply  for  leaving  them  in  that  danger  with  so 
few  to  mount  guard. 

By  this  time  I  had  got  to  the  door  and  stood  up. 


Treasure  Island    4 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  20g 

All  was  dark  within,  so  that  1  could  distinguish 
nothing  by  the  eye.  As  for  sounds,  there  was  the 
steady  drone  of  the  snorers,  and  a  small  occa- 
sional noise,  a  flickering  or  pecking  that  I  could 
in  no  way  account  for. 

With  my  arms  before  me  I  walked  steadily  in. 
I  should  lie  down  in  my  own  place  (I  thought, 
with  a  silent  chuckle)  and  enjoy  their  faces  when 
they  found  me  in  the  morning. 

My  foot  struck  something  yielding — it  was  a 
sleeper's  leg;  and  he  turned  and  groaned,  but 
without  awaking. 

And  then,  all  of  a  sudden,  a  shrill  voice  broke 
forth  out  of  the  darkness : 

"Pieces  of  eight!  pieces  of  eight!  pieces  of 
eight!  pieces  of  eight!  pieces  of  eight!"  and  so 
forth,  without  pause  or  change,  like  the  clacking 
of  a  tiny  mill. 

Silver's  green  parrot,  Captain  Flint!  It  was 
she  whom  I  had  heard  pecking  at  a  piece  of  bark; 
it  was  she,  keeping  better  watch  than  any  human 
being,  who  thus  announced  my  arrival  with  her 
wearisome  refrain. 

I  had  no  time  left  me  to  recover.  At  the  sharp, 
clipping  tone  of  the  parrot,  the  sleepers  awoke 
and  sprang  up,  and  with  a  mighty  oath,  the  voice 
of  Silver  cried: 

"Who  goes?" 

I  turned  to  run,  struck  violently  against  one 
person,  recoiled,  and  ran  full  into  the  arms  of  a 
second,  who,  for  his  part,  closed  upon  and  held 
me  tight. 


210  REASURE   ISLAND. 

"Bring  a  torch,  Dick,"  said  Silver,  when  my 
capture  was  thus  assured. 

And  one  of  the  men  left  the  log-house  and  pres- 
ently returned  with  a  lighted  brand. 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  211 


PART  VI. 

CAPTAIN    SILVER. 


CHAPTER    XXVIII. 

IN   THE   ENEMY'S    CAMP. 

The  red  glare  of  the  torch,  lighting  up  the  in- 
terior of  the  block-house,  showed  me  the  worst  of 
my  apprehensions  realized.  The  pirates  were  in 
possession  of  the  house  and  stores :  there  was  the 
cask  of  cognac,  there  were  the  pork  and  bread,  as 
before;  and,  what  tenfold  increased  my  horror,, 
not  a  sign  of  any  prisoner.  I  could  only  judge 
that  all  had  perished,  and  my  heart  smote  me 
sorely  that  I  had  not  been  there  to  perish  with 
them. 

There  were  six  of  the  buccaneers,  all  told;  not 
another  man  was  left  alive.  Five  of  them  were 
on  their  feet,  flushed  and  swollen,  suddenly  called 
out  of  the  first  sleep  of  drunkenness.  The  sixth 
had  only  risen  upon  his  elbow;  he  was  deadly  pale, 
and  the  blood-stained  bandage  round  his  head 
told  that  he  had  recently  been  wounded,  and  still 
more  recently  dressed.  I  remembered  the  man 
who  had  been  shot  and  had  run  back  among  the 


212  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

woods  in  the  great  attack,  and  doubted  not  that 
this  was  he. 

The  parrot  sat,  preening  her  plumage,  on  Long 
John's  shoulder.  He  himself,  I  thought,  looked 
somewhat  paler  and  more  stern  than  I  was  used 
to.  He  still  wore  the  fine  broadcloth  suit  in 
which  he  had  fulfilled  his  mission,  but  it  was  bit- 
terly the  worse  for  wear,  daubed  with  clay  and 
torn  with  the  sharp  briers  of  the  wood. 

"So,"  said  he,  "here's  Jim  Hawkins,  shiver  my 
timbers!  dropped  in,  like,  eh?  Well,  come,  I  take 
that  friendly." 

And  thereupon  he  sat  down  across  the  brandy 
cask  and  began  to  fill  a  pipe. 

"Give  me  a  loan  of  the  link,  Dick,"  said  he;  and 
then,  when  he  had  a  good  light,  "that'll  do,  lad," 
he  added;  "stick  the  glim  in  the  wood  heap;  and 
you,  gentlemen,  bring  yourselves  to! — you 
needn't  stand  up  for  Mr.  Hawkins;  he'll  excuse 
you,  you  may  lay  to  that.  And  so,  Jim" — stop- 
ping the  tobacco — "here  you  were,  and  quite  a 
pleasant  surprise  for  poor  old  John.  I  see  you 
were  smart  when  first  I  set  my  eyes  on  you;  but 
this  here  gets  away  from  me  clean,  it  do." 

To  all  this,  as  may  be  well  supposed,  I  made  no 
answer.  They  had  set  me  with  my  back  against 
the  wall;  and  I  stood  there,  looking  Silver  in  the 
face,  pluckily  enough,  I  hope,  to  all  outward  ap- 
pearance, but  with  black  despair  in  my  heart. 

Silver  took  a  whiff  or  two  of  his  pipe  with  great 
composure,  and  then  ran  on  again. 

"Now,  you  see,  Jim,  so  be  as  you  are  here," 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  213 

says  he,  "I'll  give  you  a  piece  of  my  mind.  I've 
always  liked  you,  I. have,  for  a  lad  of  spirit,  and 
the  picter  of  my  own  self  when  I  was  young  and 
handsome.  I  always  wanted  you  to  jine  and  take 
your  share,  and  die  a  gentleman,  and  now,  my 
cock,  you've  got  to.  Cap'n  Smollett's  a  fine  sea- 
man, as  I'll  own  up  to  any  day,  but  stiff  on  disci- 
pline. 'Dooty  is  dooty,'  says  he,  and  right  he  is. 
Just  you  keep  clear  of  the  cap'n.  The  doctor 
himself  is  gone  dead  again  you — 'ungrateful 
scamp'  was  what  he  said;  and  the  short  and  the 
long  of  the  whole  story  is  about  here :  you  can't  go 
back  to  your  own  lot,  for  they  won't  have  you; 
and,  without  you  start  a  third  ship's  company  all 
by  yourself,  which  might  be  lonely,  you'll  have  to 
jine  with  Cap'n  Silver." 

So  far  so  good.  My  friends,  then,  were  still 
alive,  and,  though  I  partly  believed  the  truth  of 
Silver's  statement,  that  the  cabin  party  were  in- 
censed at  me  for  my  desertion,  I  was  more  re- 
lieved than  distressed  by  what  I  heard. 

"I  don't  say  nothing  as  to  your  being  in  our 
hands,"  continued  Silver,  "though  there  you  are, 
and  you  may  lay  to  it.  I'm  all  for  argyment;  I 
never  seen  good  come  out  o'  threatening.  If  you 
like  the  service,  well,  you'll  jine;  and  if  you  don't, 
Jim,  why,  you're  free  to  answer  no — free  and  wel- 
come, shipmate;  and  if  fairer  can  be  said  by  mor- 
tal seaman,  shiver  my  sides!" 

"Am  I  to  answer,  then?"  I  asked,  with  a  very 
tremulous  voice.  Through  all  this  sneering  talk 
I  was  made  to  feel  the  threat  of  death  that  over- 


214  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

hung  me,  and  my  cheeks  burned  and  my  heart 
beat  painfully  in  my  breast.    • 

"Lad,"  said  Silver,  "no  one's  a-pressing  of  you. 
Take  your  bearings.  None  of  us  won't  hurry 
you,  mate;  time  goes  so  pleasant  in  your  com- 
pany, you  see." 

''Well,"  says  I,  growing  a  bit  bolder,  "if  I'm  to 
choose,  I  declare  I  have  a  right  to  know  what's 
what,  and  why  you're  here,  and  where  my  friends 
are." 

"Wot's  wot?"  repeated  one  of  the  buccaneers, 
in  a  deep  growl.  "Ah,  he'd  be  a  lucky  one  as 
knowed  that!" 

"You'll,  perhaps,  batten  down  your  hatches  till 
you're  spoke,  my  friend,"  cried  Silver  truculently 
to  this  speaker.  And  then,  in  his  first  gracious 
tones,  he  replied  to  me:  "Yesterday  morning, 
Mr.  Hawkins,"  said  he,  "in  the  dog-watch,  down 
came  Doctor  Livesey  with  a  flag  of  truce.  Says 
he,  'Cap'n  Silver,  you're  sold  out.  Ship's  gone.' 
Well,  maybe  we'd  been  taking  a  glass,  and  a  song 
to  help  it  round.  I  won't  say  no.  Leastways 
none  of  us  had  looked  out.  We  looked  out,  and, 
by  thunder!  the  old  ship  was  gone.  I  never  seen 
a  pack  o'  fools  look  fishier;  and  you  may  lay  to 
that,  if  I  tells  you  that  looked  the  fishiest.  'Well/ 
says  the  doctor,  'let's  bargain.'  We  bargained, 
him  and  I,  and  here  we  are:  stores,  brandy,  block- 
house, the  firewood  you  was  thoughtful  enough 
to  cut,  and,  in  a  manner  of  speaking,  the  whole 
blessed  boat,  from  cross-trees  to  keelson.     As  for 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  215 

them,  they've  tramped;  I  don't  know  where's  they 
are." 

He  drew  again  quietly  at  his  pipe. 

"And  lest  you  should  take  into  that  head  of 
yours,"  he  went  on,  "that  you  was  included  in  the 
treaty,  here's  the  last  word  that  was  said:  'How 
many  are  you,'  says  I,  'to  leave?'  'Four,'  says  he 
— 'four,  and  one  of  us  wounded.  As  for  that  boy, 
I  don't  know  where  he  is,  confound  him,'  says  he, 
'nor  I  don't  much  care.  We're  about  sick  of 
him.'     These  was  his  words." 

"Is  that  all?"  I  asked. 

"Well,  it's  all  that  you're  to  hear,  my  son,"  re- 
turned Silver. 

"And  now  I  am  to  choose?" 

"And  now  you  are  to  choose,  and  you  may  lay 
to  that,"  said  Silver. 

"Well,"  said  I,  "I  am  not  such  a  fool  but  I  know 
pretty  well  what  I  have  to  look  for.  Let  the  worst 
come  to  the  worst,  it's  little  I  care.  I've  seen  too 
many  die  since  I  fell  in  with  you.  But  there's  a 
thing  or  two  I  have  to  tell  you,"  I  said,  and  by  this 
time  I  was  quite  excited;  "and  the  first  is  this: 
here  you  are,  in  a  bad  way:  ship  lost,  treasure  lost, 
men  lost;  your  whole  business  gone  to  wreck; 
and  if  you  want  to  know  who  did  it — it  was  I !  I 
was  in  the  apple  barrel  the  night  we  sighted  land, 
and  I  heard  you,  John,  and  you,  Dick  Johnson, 
and  Hands,  who  is  now  at  the  bottom  of  the  sea, 
and  told  every  word  you  said  before  the  hour  was 
out.  And  as  for  the  schooner,  it  was  I  who  cut 
her  cable,  and  it  was  I  that  killed  the  men  you  had 


2l6  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

aboard  of  her,  and  it  was  I  who  brought  her  where 
you'll  never  see  her  more,  not  one  of  you.  The 
laugh's  on  my  side;  I've  had  the  top  of  this  busi- 
ness from  the  first;  I  no  more  fear  you  than  I  fear 
a  fly.  Kill  me,  if  you  please,  or  spare  me.  But 
one  thing  I'll  say,  and  no  more;  if  you  spare  me, 
bygones  be  bygones,  and  when  you  fellows  are  in 
court  for  piracy,  I'll  save  you  all  I  can.  It  is  for 
you  to  choose.  Kill  another  and  do  yourselves 
no  good,  or  spare  me  and  keep  a  witness  to 
save  you  from  the  gallows." 

I  stopped,  for,  I  tell  you,  I  was  out  of  breath, 
and,  to  my  wonder,  not  a  man  of  them  moved,  but 
all  sat  staring  at  me  like  as  many  sheep.  And 
while  they  were  still  staring  I  broke  out  again: 

"And  now,  Mr.  Silver,"  I  said,  "I  believe  you're 
the  best  man  here,  and  if  things  go  the  worst, 
I'll  take  it  kind  of  you  to  let  the  doctor  know  the 
way  I  took  it." 

"I'll  bear  it  in  mind,"  said  Silver,  with  an  accent 
so  curious  that  I  could  not,  for  the  life  of  me,  de- 
cide whether  he  were  laughing  at  my  request,  or 
had  been  favorably  affected  by  my  courage. 

"I'll  put  one  to  that,"  cried  the  old  mahogany- 
faced  seaman — Morgan  by  name — whom  I  had 
seen  in  Long  John's  public-house  upon  the  quays 
of  Bristol.  "It  was  him  that  knowed  Black 
Dog." 

"Well,  and  see  here,"  added  the  sea-cook.  "I'll 
put  another  again  to  that,  by  thunder!  for  it  was 
this  same  boy  that    faked    the    chart  from  Billy 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  217 

Bones.  First  and  last,  we've  split  upon  Jim  Haw- 
kins!" 

"Then  here  goes!"  said  Morgan,  with  an  oath. 

And  he  sprang  up,  drawing  his  knife  as  if  he 
had  been  twenty. 

"Avast  there!"  cried  Silver.  "Who  are  you, 
Tom  Morgan?  Maybe  you  thought  you  was 
cap'n  here,  perhaps.  By  the  powers,  but  I'll  teach 
you  better!  Cross  me,  and  you'll  go  where  many 
a  good  man's  gone  before  you,  first  and  last,  these 
thirty  year  back — some  to  the  yard-arm,  shiver 
my  sides!  and  some  by  the  board,  and  all  to  feed 
the  fishes.  There's  never  a  man  looked  me  be- 
tween the  eyes  and  seen  a  good  day  a'terwards, 
Tom  Morgan,  you  may  lay  to  that." 

Morgan  paused;  but  a  hoarse  murmur  rose 
from  the'others. 

"Tom's  right,"  said  one. 

"I  stood  hazing  long  enough  from  one,"  added 
another.  "I'll  be  hanged  if  I'll  be  hazed  by  you, 
John  Silver." 

"Did  any  of  you  gentlemen  want  to  have  it  out 
with  met"  roared  Silver,  bending  far  forward  from 
his  position  on  the  keg,  with  his  pipe  still  glowing 
in  his  right  hand.  "Put  a  name  on  what  you're 
at;  you  ain't  dumb,  I  reckon.  Him  that  wants 
shall  get  it.  Have  I  lived  this  many  years,  and  a 
son  of  a  rum  puncheon  cock  his  hat  athwart  my 
hawse  at  the  latter  end  of  it?  You  know  the  way; 
you're  all  gentlemen  o'  fortune,  by  your  account. 
Well,  I'm  ready.     Take  a  cutlass,  him  that  dares, 


2l8  '  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

and  I'll  see  the  color  of  his  inside,  crutch  and  all, 
before  that  pipe's  empty." 

Not  a  man  stirred;  not  a  man  answered. 

"That's  your  sort,  is  it?"  he  added,  returning 
his  pipe  to  his  mouth.  "Well,  you're  a  gay  lot  to 
look  at,  anyway.  Not  much  worth  to  fight,  you 
ain't.  P'r'aps  you  can  understand  King  George's 
English.  I'm  cap'n  here  by  'lection.  I'm  cap'n 
here  because  I'm  the  best  man  by  a  long  sea-mile. 
You  won't  fight,  as  gentlemen  o'  fortune  should; 
then,  by  thunder,  you'll  obey,  and  you  may  lay  to 
it !  I  like  that  boy,  now ;  I  never  seen  a  better  boy 
than  that.  He's  more  a  man  than  any  pair  of 
rats  of  you  in  this  here  house,  and  what  I  say  is 
this:  let  me  see  him  that'll  lay  a  hand  on  him — 
that's  what  I  say,  and  you  may  lay  to  it." 

There  was  a  long  pause  after  this.  I  stood 
straight  up  against  the  wall,  my  heart  still  going 
like  a  sledge-hammer,  but  with  a  ray  of  hope  now 
shining  in  my  bosom.  Silver  leaned  back  against 
the  wyall,  his  arms  crossed,  his  pipe  in  the  corner 
of  his  mouth,  as  calm  as  though  he  had  been  in 
church;  yet  his  eye  kept  wandering  furtively,  and 
he  kept  the  tail  of  it  on  his  unruly  followers.  They, 
on  their  part,  drew  gradually  tog-ether  towards  the 
far  end  of  the  block-house,  and  the  low  hiss  of 
their  whispering  sounded  in  mv  ear  continuously 
like  a  stream.  One  after  another  they  would  look- 
up, and  the  red  light  of  the  torch  would  fall  for  a 
second  on  their  nervous  faces,  but  it  was  not 
towards  me,  it  was  towards  Silver  that  they  turned 
their  eyes. 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  219 

"You  seem  to  have  a  lot  to  say,"  remarked  Sil- 
ver, spitting  far  into  the  air.  "Pipe  up  and  let  me 
hear  it,  or  lay  to." 

"Ax  your  pardon,  sir,"  returned  one  of  the  men, 
"you're  pretty  free  with  some  of  the  rules ;  maybe 
you'll  kindly  keep  an  eye  upon  the  rest.  This 
crew's  dissatisfied;  this  crew  don't  vally  bullying 
a  marlinspike;  this  crew  has  its  rights  like  other 
crews,  I'll  make  so  free  as  that;  and  by  your  own 
rules,  I  take  it  we  can  talk  together.  I  ax  your 
pardon,  sir,  acknowledging  you  to  be  capting  at 
this  present;  but  I  claim  my  right,  and  steps  out- 
side for  a  council." 

And  with  an  elaborate  sea-salute,  this  fellow,  a 
long,  ill-looking,  yellow-eyed  man  of  five-and- 
thirty,  stepped  coolly  towards  the  door  and  disap- 
peared out  of  the  house.  One  after  another,  the 
rest  followed  his  example;  each  making  a  salute 
as  he  passed;  each  adding  some  apology.  "Ac- 
cording to  rules,"  said  one.  "Fo'c'sle  council," 
said  Morgan.  And  so  with  one  remark  or  an- 
other, all  marched  out,  and  left  Silver  and  me 
alone  with  the  torch. 

The  sea-cook  instantly  removed  his  pipe. 

"Now,  look  you  here,  Jim  Hawkins,"  he  said, 
in  a  steady  whisper,  that  was  no  more  than  audi- 
ble, "you're  within  half  a  plank  of  death  and, 
what's  a  long  sight  worse,  of  torture.  They're 
going  to  throw  me  off.  But,  you  mark,  I  stand 
by  you  through  thick  and  thin.  I  didn't  mean  to ; 
no,  not  till  you  spoke  up.  I  was  about  desperate 
to  lose  that  much  blunt,  and  be  hanged  into  the 


220  TREASURE   ISLAND. 

bargain.  But  I  see  you  was  the  right  sort.  I 
says  to  myself:  You  stand  by  Hawkins,  John,  and 
Hawkins  '11  stand  by  you.  You're  his  last  card, 
and,  by  the  living  thunder,  John,  he's  yours!  Back 
to  back,  says  I.  You  save  your  witness,  and  he'll 
save  your  neck!" 

I  began  dimly  to  understand. 

"You  mean  all's  lost?"  I  asked. 

"Ay,  by  gum,  I  do!"  he  answered.  "Ship  gone, 
neck  gone — that's  the  size  of  it.  Once  I  looked 
into  that  bay,  Jim  Hawkins,  and  seen  no  schooner 
— well,  I'm  tough,  but  I  gave  out.  As  for  that 
lot  and  their  council,  mark  me,  they're  outright 
fools  and  cowards.  I'll  save  your  life — if  so  be  as 
I  can — from  them.  But,  see  here,  Jim — tit  for  tat 
— you  save  Long  John  from  swinging." 

I  was  bewildered ;  it  seemed  a  thing  so  hopeless 
he  was  asking — he,  the  old  buccaneer,  the  ring- 
leader throughout. 

"What  I  can  do,  that  I'll  do,"  I  said. 

"It's  a  bargain!"  cried  Long  John.  "You  speak 
up  plucky,  and,  by  thunder!  I've  a  chance." 

He  hobbled  to  the  torch,  where  it  stood  propped 
among  the  firewood,  and  took  a  fresh  light  to  his 
pipe. 

"L'nderstand  me,  Jim,"  he  said,  returning.  "I've 
a  head  on  my  shoulders,  I  have.  I'm  on  the 
Squire's  side  now.  I  know  you've  got  that  ship 
safe  somewheres..  How  you  done  it,  I  don't 
know,  but  safe  it  is.  I  guess  Hands  and  O'Brien 
turned  soft.  I  never  much  believed  in  neither  of 
them.     Now  you  mark  me.     I  ask  no  questions, 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  221 

nor  I  won't  let  others.  I  know  when  a  game's  up, 
I  do;  and  I  know  a  lad  that's  staunch.  Ah,  you 
that's  young — you  and  me  might  have  done  a 
power  of  good  together!" 

He  drew  some  cognac  from  the  cask  into  a  tin 
cannikin. 

"Will  you  taste,  messmate?"  he  asked;  and 
when  I  had  refused:  "Well,  I'll  take  a  drain  my- 
self, Jim,"  said  he.  "I  need  a  caulker,  for  there's 
trouble  on  hand.  And,  talking  of  trouble,  why 
did  that  doctor  give  me  the  chart,  Jim?" 

My  face  expressed  a  wonder  so  unaffected  that 
he  saw  the  needlessness  of  further  questions. 

"Ah,  well,  he  did,  though,"  said  he.  "And 
there's  something  under  that,  no  doubt — some- 
thing, surely,  under  that,  Jim — bad  or  good." 

And  he  took  another  swallow  of  the  brandy, 
shaking  his  great  fair  head  like  a  man  who  looks 
forward  to  the  worst. 


CHAPTER   XXIX. 

THE   BLACK   SPOT   AGAIN. 

The  council  of  the  buccaneers  had  lasted  some 
time,  when  one  of  them  re-entered  the  house,  and 
with  a  repetition  of  the  same  salute,  which  had  in 
my  eyes  an  ironical  air,  begged  for  a  moment's 
loan  of  the  torch.     Silver  briefly  agreed  and  this 


222  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

emissary  retired  again,  leaving  us  together  in  the 
dark. 

''There's  a  breeze  coming,  Jim/'  said  Silver, 
who  had,  by  this  time,  adopted  quite  a  friendly 
and  familiar  tone. 

I  turned  to  the  loophole  nearest  me  and  looked 
out.  The  embers  of  the  great  fire  had  so  far 
burned  themselves  out,  and  now  glowed  so  low 
and  duskily,  that  I  understood  why  these  conspi- 
rators desired  a  torch.  About  half  way  down  the 
slope  to  the  stockade,  they  were  collected  in  a 
group;  one  held  the  light;  another  was  on  his 
knees  in  their  midst,  and  I  saw  the  blade  of  an 
open  knife  shine  in  his  hand  with  varying  colors, 
in  the  moon  and  torchlight.  The  rest  were  all 
somewhat  stooping,  as  though  watching  the  ma- 
noeuvres of  this  last.  I  could  just  make  out  that 
he  had  a  book  as  well  as  a  knife  in  his  hand;  and 
still  wondering  how  anything  so  incongruous  had 
come  in  their  possession,  when  the  kneeling  figure 
rose  once  more  to  his  feet,  and  the  whole  party 
began  to  move  together  towards  the  house. 

"Here  they  come,"  said  I ;  and  I  returned  to  my 
former  position,  for  it  seemed  beneath  my  dig- 
nity that  they  should  find  me  watching  them. 

"Well,  let  'em  come,  lad — let  'em  come,"  said 
■  Silver,  cheerily.     "I've  still  a  shot  in  my  locker." 

The  door  opened,  and  the  five  men,  standing 
huddled  together  just  inside,  pushed  one  of  their 
number  forward.  In  any  other  circumstances  it 
would  have  been  comical  to  see  his  slow  advance, 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  223 

hesitating  as  he  set  down  each  foot,  but  holding 
his  closed  right  hand  in  front  of  him. 

"Step  up  lad,"  cried  Silver.  "I  won't  eat  you. 
Hand  it  over,  lubber.  I  know  the  rules,  I  do ;  I 
won't  hurt  a  depytation." 

Thus  encouraged,  the  buccaneer  stepped  forth 
more  briskly,  and  having  passed  something  to 
Silver,  from  hand  to  hand,  slipped  yet  more 
smartly  back  again  to  his  companions. 

The  sea-cook  looked  at  what  had  been  given 
him. 

"The  black  spot!  I  thought  so,"  he  observed. 
"Where  might  you  have  got  the  paper?  Why, 
hillo!  look  here,  now;  this  ain't  lucky!  You've 
gone  and  cut  this  out  of  a  Bible.  What  fool's  cut 
a  Bible?" 

"Ah,  there !"  said  Morgan— "there !  Wot  did  I 
say?     No  good'll  come  o'  that,  I  said." 

"Well,  you've  about  fixed  it  now,  among  you," 
continued  Silver.  "You'll  all  swing  now,  I  reckon. 
What  soft-headed  lubber  had  a  Bible?" 

"It  was  Dick,"  said  one. 

"Dick,  was  it?  Then  Dick  can  get  to  prayers," 
said  Silver.  "He's  seen  his  slice  of  luck,  has  Dick, 
and  you  may  lay  to  that." 

But  here  the  long  man  with  the  yellow  eyes 
struck  in. 

"Belay  that  talk,  John  Silver,"  he  said.  "This 
crew  has  tipped  you  the  black  spot  in  full  coun- 
cil, as  in  dooty  bound;  just  you  turn  it  over,  as  in 
dooty  bound,  and  see  what's  wrote  there.  Then 
vou  can  talk." 


224  TREASURE   ISLAND. 

"Thanky,  George,"  replied  the  sea-cook.  "You 
always  was  brisk  for  business,  and  has  the  rules  by 
heart,  George,  as  I'm  pleased  to  see.  Well,  what 
is  it,  anyway?  Ah!  'Deposed' — that's  it,  is  it? 
Very  pretty  wrote,  to  be  sure;  like  print,  I  swear. 
Your  hand  o'  write,  George?  Why,  you  was 
gettin'  quite  a  leadin'  man  in  this  here  crew. 
You'll  be  cap'n  next,  I  shouldn't  wonder.  Just' 
oblige  me  with  that  torch  again,  will  you?  this 
pipe  don't  draw." 

"Come,  now,"  said  George,  "you  don't  fool  this 
crew  no  more.  You're  a  funny  man,  by  your  ac- 
count; but  you're  over  now,  and  you'll  maybe 
step  down  off  that  barrel,  and  help  vote." 

"I  thought  you  said  you  knowed  the  rules,"  re- 
turned Silver,  contemptuously.  "Leastways,  if 
you  don't,  I  do;  and  I  wait  here — and  I'm  still 
your  cap'n,  mind — till  you  outs  with  your  griev- 
ances, and  I  reply;  in  the  meantime  your  black 
spot  ain't  worth  a  biscuit.     After  that,  we'll  see." 

"Oh,"  replied  George,  "you  don't  be  under  no 
kind  of  apprehension;  we're  all  square,  we  are. 
First,  you've  made  a  hash  of  this  cruise — you'll 
be  a  bold  man  to  say  no  to  that.  Second,  you  let 
the  enemy  out  o'  this  here  trap  for  nothing.  Why 
did  they  want  out?  I  dunno;  but  it's  pretty  plain 
they  wanted  it.  Third,  you  wouldn't  let  us  go  at 
them  upon  the  march.  Oh,  we  see  through  you, 
John  Silver;  you  wan't  to  play  booty,  that's  what's 
wrone  with  you.  And  then,  fourth,  there's  this 
here  boy." 

"Is  that  all?"  asked  Silver  quietly. 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  225 

"Enough,  too,"  retorted  George.  "We'll  all 
swing  and  sun-dry  for  your  bungling." 

"Well,  now,  look  here,  I'll  answer  these  four 
p'ints;  one  after  another  I'll  answer  'em.  I 
made  a  hash  o'  this  cruise,  did  I?  Well,  now,  you 
all  know  what  I  wanted :  and  you  all  know,  if  that 
had  been  done,  that  we'd  'a'  been  aboard  the  His- 
paniola  this  night  as  ever  was,  every  man  of  us 
alive,  and  fit,  and  full  of  good  plum-duff,  and  the 
treasure  in  the  hold  of  her,  by  thunder!  Well, 
who  crossed  me?  Who  forced  my  hand,  as  was 
the  lawful  cap'n?  Who  tipped  me  the  black  spot 
the  day  we  landed,  and  began  this  dance?  Ah, 
it's  a  fine  dance — I'm  with  you  there — and  looks 
mighty  like  a  hornpipe  in  a  rope's  end  at  Execu- 
tion Dock,  by  London  town,  it  does.  But  who 
done  it?  Why,  it  was  Anderson,  and  Hands,  and 
you,  George  Merry!  And  you're  the  last  above 
board  of  that  same  meddling  crew;  and  you  have 
the  Davy  Jones's  insolence  to  up  and  stand 
for  cap'n  over  me — you,  that  sank  the  lot  of  us! 
By  the  powers!  but  this  tops  the  stiffest  yarn  to 
nothing." 

Silver  paused,  and  I  could  see  by  the  faces  of 
George  and  his  late  comrades  that  these  words 
had  not  been  said  in  vain. 

"That's  for  number  one,"  cried  the  accused, 
wiping-  the  sweat  from  his  brow,  for  he  had  been 
talking  with  a  vehemence  that  shook  the  house. 
"Why,  I  give  you  my  word,  I'm  sick  to  speak  to 
you.  You've  neither  sense  nor  memory,  and  I 
leave  it  to  fancy  where  your  mothers  was  that  let 


.226  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

you  come  to  sea.  Sea!  Gentlemen  o'  fortune!  I 
reckon  tailors  is  your  trade." 

"Go  on,  John,"  said  Morgan.  "Speak  up  to 
the  others." 

"Ah,  the  others!"  returned  John.  "They're  a 
nice  lot,  ain't  they?  You  say  this  cruise  is  bun- 
gled. Ah!  by  gum,  if  you  could  understand  how 
bad  it's  bungled,  you  would  see !  We're  that  near 
the  gibbet  that  my  neck's  stiff  with  thinking  on 
it.  You've  seen  'em,  maybe,  hanged  in  chains, 
birds  about  'em,  seamen  p'inting  'em  out  as  they 
go  down  with  the  tide.  'Who's  that?'  says  one. 
'That!  Why,  that's  John  Silver.  I  knowed  him 
well/  says  another.  And  you  can  hear  the  chains 
a-jangle  as  you  go  about  and  reach  for  the  other 
buoy.  Now,  that's  about  where  we  are,  every 
mother's  son  of  us,  thanks  to  him,  and  Hands,  and 
Anderson,  and  other  ruination  fools  of  you.  And 
if  you  want  to  know  about  number  four,  and  that 
boy,  why,  shiver  my  timbers!  isn't  he  a  hostage? 
Are  we  a-going  to  waste  a  hostage?  No,  not  us; 
he  might  be  our  last  chance,  and  I  shouldn't  won- 
der. Kill  that  boy?  not  me,  mates!  And  num- 
ber three?  Ah,  well,  there's  a  deal  to  say  to  num- 
ber three.  Maybe  you  don't  count  it  nothing  to 
have  a  real  college  doctor  come  to  see  you  every 
day — you,  John,  with  your  head  broke — or  you, 
George  Merry,  that  had  the  ague  shakes  upon  you 
not  six  hours  agone,  and  has  your  eyes  the  color 
of  lemon  peel  to  this  same  moment  on  the  clock? 
And  maybe,  perhaps,  you  didn't  know  there  was  a 
consort  coming,  either?     But  there  is;  and  not  so 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  227 

long  till  then ;  and  we'll  see  who'll  be  glad  to  have 
a  hostage  when  it  comes  to  that.  And  as  for  num- 
ber two,  and  why  I  made  a  bargain — well,  you 
came  crawling  on  your  knees  to  me  to  make  it — 
on  your  knees  you  came,  you  was  that  down- 
hearted— and  you'd  have  starved,  too,  if  I  hadn't 
— but  that's  a  trifle!  you  look  there — that's  why!"" 

And  he  cast  down  upon  the  floor  a  paper  that  I 
instantly  recognized — none  other  than  the  chart 
on  yellow  paper,  with  the  three  red  crosses,  that 
I  had  found  in  the  oilcloth  at  the  bottom  of  the 
captain's  chest.  Why  the  doctor  had  given  it  to> 
him  was  more  than  I  could  fancy. 

But  if  it  were  inexplicable  to  me,  the  appear- 
ance of  the  chart  was  incredible  to  the  surviving 
mutineers.  They  leaped  upon  it  like  cats  upon  a 
mouse.  It  went  from  hand  to  hand,  one  tearing  it 
from  another;  and  by  the  oaths  and  the  cries  and 
the  childish  laughter  with  which  they  accompan- 
ied their  examination,  you  would  have  thought,, 
not  only  they  were  fingering  the  very  gold,  but 
were  at  sea  with  it,  besides,  in  safety. 

"Yes,"  said  one,  "that's  Flint,  sure  enough.  J. 
F.,  and  a  score  below,  with  a  clove  hitch  to  it;  so* 
he  done  ever." 

"Mighty  pretty,"  said  George.  "But  how  are 
we  to  get  away  with  it,  and  us  no  ship?" 

Silver  suddenly  sprang  up,  and  supporting  him- 
self with  a  hand  against  the  wall:  "Now  I  give 
you  warning,  George,"  he  cried.  "One  more 
word  of  your  sauce,  and  I'll  call  you  down  and 
fight  you.     How?     Why,  how  do  I  know?     You 


2.28  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

had  ought  to  tell  me  that — you  and  the  rest,  that 
lost  me  my  schooner,  with  your  interference,  burn 
you!  But  not  you,  you  can't;  you  hain't  got  the 
invention  of  a  cockroach.  But  civil  you  can 
speak,  and  shall,  George  Merry,  you  may  lay  to 
that." 

"That's  fair  enow,"  said  the  old  man  Morgan. 

"Fair!  I  reckon  so,"  said  the  sea-cook.  "You 
lost  the  ship;  I  found  the  treasure.  Who's  the 
better  man  at  that?  And  now  I  resign,  by  thun- 
der! Elect  whom  you  please  to  be  your  cap'n 
now;  I've  done  with  it." 

"Silver!"  they  cried.  "Barbecue  for  ever!  Bar- 
becue for  cap'n!" 

"So  that's  the  toon,  is  it?"  cried  the  cook. 
""George,  I  reckon  you'll  have  to  wait  another 
turn,  friend ;  and  lucky  for  you  as  I'm  not  a  re- 
vengeful man.  But  that  was  never  my  way.  And 
now,  shipmates,  this  black  spot?  'Tain't  much 
good  now,  is  it?  Dick's  crossed  his  luck  and 
spoiled  his  Bible,  and  that's  about  all." 

"It'll  do  to  kiss  the  book  on  still,  won't  it?" 
growled  Dick,  who  was  evidently  uneasy  at  the 
curse  he  had  brought  upon  himself. 

"A  Bible  with  a  bit  cut  out!"  returned  Silver 
derisively.  "Not  it.  It  don't  bind  no  more'n  a 
ballad-book."  . 

"Don't  it,  though?"  cried  Dick,  with  a  sort  of 
joy.     "Well,  I  reckon  that's  worth  having,  too." 

"Here,  Jim — here's  a  cur'osity  for  you,"  said 
Silver;  and  he  tossed  me  the  paper. 

It  was  a  round  about  the  size  of  a  crown  piece. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  229 

One  side  was  blank,  for  it  had  been  the  last  leaf; 
the  other  contained  a  verse  or  two  of  Revelation — 
these  words  among  the  rest,  which  struck  sharply 
home  upon  my  mind:  "Without  are  dogs  and 
murderers."  The  printed  side  had  been  black- 
ened with  wood  ash,  which  already  began  to  come 
off  and  soil  my  fingers ;  on  the  blank  side  had  been 
written  with  the  same  material  the  one  word 
"Depposed."  I  have  that  curiosity  beside  me  at 
this  moment;  but  not  a  trace  of  writing  now  re- 
mains beyond  a  single  scratch,  such  as  a  man 
might  make  with  his  thumb-nail. 

That  was  the  end  of  the  night's  business.  Soon 
after,  with  a  drink  all  round,  we  lay  down  to  sleep, 
and  the  outside  of  Silver's  vengeance  was  to  put 
George  Merry  up  for  sentinel,  and  threaten  him 
with  death  if  he  should  prove  unfaithful. 

It  was  long  ere  I  could  close  an  eye,  and 
Heaven  knows  I  had  matter  enough  for  thought 
in  the  man  whom  Ihad  slain  that  afternoon,  in  my 
own  most  perilous  position,  and,  above  all,  in  the 
remarkable  game  that  I  saw  Silver  now  engaged 
upon — keeping  the  mutineers  together  with  one 
hand,  and  grasping,  with  the  other,  after  every 
means,  possible  and  impossible,  to  make  his  peace 
and  save  his  miserable  life.  He  himself  slept 
peacefully,  and  snored  aloud;  yet  my  heart  was 
sore  for  him,  wicked  as  he  was,  to  think  on  the 
dark  perils  than  environed,  and  the  shameful  gib- 
bet that  awaited  him. 


2.$0  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

CHAPTER    XXX. 

ON    PAROLE. 

I  was  awakened — indeed,  we  were  all  wakened, 
for  I  could  see  even  the  sentinel  shake  himself  to- 
gether from  where  he  had  fallen  against  the  door- 
post— by  a  clear,  hearty  voice  hailing  us  from  the 
margin  of  the  wood : 

"Block-house,  ahoy!"  it  cried.  "Here's  the 
•doctor." 

And  the  doctor  it  was.  Although  I  was  glad  to 
hear  the  sound,  yet  my  gladness  was  not  without 
admixture.  I  remembered  with  confusion  my  in- 
subordinate and  stealthy  conduct;  and  when  I 
saw  where  it  had  brought  me — among  what  com- 
panions and  surrounded  by  what  dangers — I  felt 
ashamed  to  look  him  in  the  face. 

He  must  have  risen  in  the  dark,  for  the  day  had 
hardlv  come;  and  when  I  ran  to  a  loophole  and 
looked  out,  I  saw  him  standing,  like  Silver  once 
"before,  up  to  the  mid-leg  in  creeping  vapor. 

"You,  doctor!  Top  o'  the  morning  to  you, 
sir!"  cried  Silver,  broad  awake  and  beaming  with 
good-nature  in  a  moment.  "Bright  and  early,  to 
De  sure;  and  it's  the  early  bird,  as  the  saying  goes, 
that  gets  the  rations.  George,  shake  up  your 
timbers,  son,  and  help  Dr.  Livesey  over  the  ship's 
side.  All  a-doin'  well,  your  patients  was — all  well 
and  merry." 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  23t 

So  he  pattered  on,  standing  on  the  hill-top,  with 
his  crutch  under  his  elbow,  and  one  hand  upon 
the  side  of  the  log-house — quite  the  old  John  in 
voice,  manner  and  expression. 

"We've  quite  a  surprise  for  you,  too,  sir,"  he 
continued.  "We've  a  little  stranger  here — he! 
he!  A  noo  boarder  and  lodger,  sir,  and  looking 
fit  and  taut  as  a  fiddle;  slep'  like  a  supercargo,  he 
did,  right  alongside  of  John — stem  to  stem  we 
was,  all  night." 

Dr.  Livesey  was  by  this  time  across  the  stock- 
ade and  pretty  near  the  cook;  and  I  could  hear 
the  alteration  in  his  voice  as  he  said: 

"Not  Jim?" 

"The  very  same  Jim  as  ever  was,"  says  Silver. 

The  doctor  stopped  outright,  although  he  did 
not  speak,  and  it  was  some  seconds  before  he 
seemed  able  to  move  on. 

"Well,  well,"  he  said,  at  last,  "duty  first  and 
pleasure  afterwards,  as  you  might  have  said  your- 
self, Silver.  Let  us  overhaul  these  patients  of 
yours." 

A  moment  afterwards  he  had  entered  the  block- 
house, and,  with  one  grim  nod  to  me,  proceeded 
with  his  work  among  the  sick.  He  seemed  under  no 
apprehension,  though  he  must  have  known  that  his 
life,  among  these  treacherous  demons,  depended 
on  a  hair;  and  he  rattled  on  to  his  patients  as  if 
he  were  paying  an  ordinary  professional  visit  in  a 
quiet  English  family.  His  manner,  I  suppose, 
reacted  on  the  men ;  for  they  behaved  to  him  as  if 
nothing   had   occurred — as   if  he   were   still  the 


232  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

ship's  doctor,  and  they  still  faithful  hands  before 
the  mast. 

"You're  doing  well,  my  friend,"  he  said  to  the 
fellow  with  the  bandaged  bead,  "and  if  ever  any 
person  had  a  close  shave,  it  was  you;  your  head 
must  be  as  hard  as  iron.  Well,  George,  how  goes 
it?  You're  a  pretty  color,  certainly;  why,  your 
liver,  man,  is  upside  down.  Did  you  take  that 
medicine?     Did  he  take  that  medicine,  men?" 

"Ay,  ay,  sir,  he  took  it,  sure  enough,"  returned 
Morgan. 

"Because,  you  see,  since  I  am  mutineers'  doc- 
tor, or  prison  doctor,  as  I  prefer  to  call  it,"  says 
Doctor  Livesey,  in  his  pleasantest  way,  "I  make 
it  a  point  of  honor  not  to  lose  a  man  for  King 
George  (God  bless  him!)  and  the  gallows." 

The  rogues  looked  at  each  other,  but  swallowed 
the  home-thrust  in  silence. 

"Dick  don't  feel  well,  sir,"  said  one. 

"Don't  he?"  replied  the  doctor.  "Well,  step  up 
here,  Dick,  and  let  me  see  your  tongue.  No,  I 
should  be  surprised  if  he  did;  the  man's  tongue  is 
fit  to  frighten  the  French.     Another  fever." 

"Ah,  there,"  said  Morgan,  "that  corned  of 
spi'ling  Bibles." 

"That  corned — as  you  call  it — of  being  arrant 
asses,"  retorted  the  doctor,  "and  not  having  sense 
enough  to  know  honest  air  from  poison,  and  the 
dry  land  from  a  vile,  pestiferous  slough.  I  think 
it  most  probable — though,  of  course,  it's  only  an 
opinion — that  you'll  all  have  the  deuce  to  pay  be- 
fore you  get  that  malaria  out  of  your  systems. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  2$$ 

Camp  in  a  bog,  would  you?  Silver,  I'm  surprised 
at  you.  You're  less  of  a  fool  than  many,  take  you 
ail  around;  but  you  don't  appear  to  me  to  have 
the  rudiments  of  a  notion  of  the  rules  of  health." 

"Well,"  he  added,  after  he  had  dosed  them 
round,  and  they  had  taken  his  prescriptions,  with 
really  laughable  humility,  more  like  charity 
school-children  than  blood-guilty  mutineers  and 
pirates — "well,  that's  done  for  to-day.  And  now 
I  should  wish  to  have  a  talk  with  that  boy,  please." 

And  he  nodded  his  head  in  my  direction  care- 
lessly. 

George  Merry  was  at  the  door,  spitting  and 
spluttering  over  some  bad-tasted  medicine;  but  at 
the  first  word  of  the  doctor's  proposal  he  swung 
round  with  a  deep  flush,  and  cried  "no!"  and 
swore. 

Silver  struck  the  barrel  with  his  open  hand. 

"Si-lence!"  he  roared,  and  looked  about  him 
positively  like  a  lion.  "Doctor,"  he  went  on,  in 
his  usual  tones,  "I  was  a-thinking  of  that,  know- 
ing as  how  you  had  a  fancy  for  the  boy.  We're 
all  humbly  grateful  for  your  kindness,  and,  as  you 
see,  puts  faith  in  you,  and  takes  the  drugs  down 
like  that  much  grog.  And  I  take  it,  I've  found  a 
way  as'll  suit  all.  Hawkins,  will  you  give  me 
your  word  of  honor  as  a  young  gentleman — for  a 
young  gentleman  you  are,  although  poor  born — 
your  word  of  honor  not  to  slip  your  cable?" 

I  readily  gave  the  pledge  required. 

"Then,  doctor,"  said  Silver,  "you  just  step  out- 
side o'  that  stockade,  and  once  you're  there,  I'll 


234  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

bring  the  boy  down  on  the  inside,  and  I  reckon 
you  can  yarn  through  the  spars.  Good-day  to 
you,  sir,  and  all  our  dooties  to  the  Squire  and 
Cap'n  Smollett." 

The  explosion  of  disapproval,  which  nothing 
but  Silver's  black  looks  had  restrained,  broke  out 
immediately  the  doctor  had  left  the  house.  Sil- 
ver was  roundly  accused  of  playing  double — of 
trying  to  make  a  separate  peace  for  himself — of 
sacrificing  the  interests  of  his  accomplices  and 
victims;  and,  in  a  word,  of  the  identical,  exact 
thing  that  he  was  doing.  It  seemed  to  me  so 
obvious,  in  this  case,  that  I  could  not  imagine 
how  he  was  to  turn  their  anger.  But  he  was 
twice  the  man  the  rest  were,  and  his  last  night's 
victory  had  given  him  a  huge  preponderance  on 
their  minds.  He  called  them  all  the  fools  and 
dolts  you  can  imagine,  sa'd  that  it  was  necessary  I 
should  talk  to  the  doctor,  fluttered  the  chart  in 
their  faces,  asked  them  if  they  could  afford  to 
break  the  treaty  the  very  day  they  were  bound 
a-treasure-hunting. 

"No,  by  thunder!"  he  cried,  "it's  us  must  break 
the  treaty  when  the  time  comes ;  and  till  then  I'll 
gammon  that  doctor,  if  I  have  to  ile  his  boots 
with  brandy." 

And  then  he  bade  them  get  the  fire  lit,  and 
stalked  out  upon  his  crutch,  with  his  hand  on  my 
shoulder,  leaving  them  in  a  disarray,  and  silenced 
by  his  volubility  rather  than  convinced. 

"Slow,  lad,  slow,"  he  said.     "They  might  round 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  235 

upon  us  in  a  twinkle  of  an  eye,  if  we  was  seen  to 
hurry." 

Very  deliberately,  then,  did  we  advance  across 
the  sand  to  where  the  doctor  awaited  us  on  the 
other  side  of  the  stockade,  and  as  soon  as  we  were 
within  easy  speaking-distance,  Silver  stopped. 

"You'll  make  a  note  of  this  here  also,  doctor," 
says  he,  "and  the  boy'll  tell  you  how  I  saved  his 
life,  and  were  deposed  for  it,  too,  and  you  may  lay 
to  that.  Doctor,  when  a  man's  steering  as  near 
the  wind  as  me — playing  chuck-farthing  with  the 
last  breath  in  his  body,  like — you  wouldn't  think 
it  too  much,  mayhap,  to  give  him  one  good  word? 
You'll  please  bear  in  mind  it's  not  my  life  only 
now — it's  that  boy's  into  the  bargain;  and  you'll 
speak  me  fair,  doctor,  and  give  me  a  bit  o'  hope  to 
go  on,  for  the  sake  of  mercy." 

Silver  was  a  changed  man,  once  he  was  out 
there  and  had  his  back  to  his  friends  and  the 
block-house;  his  cheeks  seemed  to  have  fallen  in, 
his  voice  trembled ;  never  was  a  soul  more  dead  in 
earnest. 

"Why,  John,  you're  not  afraid?"  asked  Doctor 
Livesey. 

"Doctor,  I'm  no  coward;  no,  not  I — not  so 
much!"  and  he  snapped  his  fingers.  "If  I  was  I 
wouldn't  say  it.  But  I'll  own  up  fairly,  I've  the 
shakes  upon  me  for  the  gallows.  You're  a  good 
man  and  a  true ;  I  never  seen  a  better  man !  And 
you'll  not  forget  what  I  done  good,  not  any  more 
than  you'll  forget  the  bad,  I  know.  And  I  step 
aside — see  here — and  leave*  you  and  Jim  alone. 


236  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

And  you'll  put  that  down  for  me,  too,  for  it's  a 
long  stretch,  is  that!" 

So  saying,  he  stepped  back  a  little  way,  till  he 
was  out  of  earshot,  and  there  sat  down  upon  a 
tree-stump  and  began  to  whistle;  spinning  round 
now  and  again  upon  his  seat  so  as  to  command  a 
sight,  sometimes  of  me  and  the  doctor,  and  some- 
times of  his  unruly  ruffians  as  they  went  to  and 
fro  in  the  sand,  between  the  fire — which  they  were 
busy  rekindling — and  the  house,  from  which  they 
brought  forth  pork  and  bread  to  make  the  break- 
fast. 

"So,  Jim,"  said  the  doctor  sadly,  "here  you  are. 
As  you  have  brewed,  so  shall  you  drink.,  my  boy. 
Heaven  knows,  I  cannot  find  it  in  my  heart  to 
blame  you ;  but  this  much  I  will  say,  be  it  kind  or 
unkind:  when  Captain  Smollett  was  well,  you 
dared  not  have  gone  off;  and  when  he  was  ill,  and 
couldn't  help  it,  by  George,  it  was  downright 
cowardly !" 

I  will  own  that  I  here  began  to  weep.  "Doc- 
tor," I  said,  "you  might  spare  me.  I  have  blamed 
myself  enough;  my  life's  forfeit  anyway,  and  I 
should  have  been  dead  by  now,  if  Silver  hadn't 
stood  for  me;  and  doctor,  believe  this,  I  can  die — 
and  I  daresay  I  deserve  it — but  what  I  fear  is  tor- 
ture.    If  they  come  to  torture  me" 

"Jim,"  the  doctor  interrupted,  and  his  voice  was 
quite  changed,  "Jim,  I  can't  have  this.  Whip 
over,  and  we'll  run  for  it." 

"Doctor,"  said  I,  "I  passed  my  word." 

"I  know,  I  know,*'  he  cried.     "We  can't  help 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  2%J 

that,  Jim,  now.  I'll  take  it  on  my  shoulders,  holus 
bolus,  blame  and  shame,  my  boy;  but  stay  here,  I 
cannot  let  you.  Jump!  One  jump,  and  you're 
out,  and  we'll  run  for  it  like  antelopes." 

"No,"  I  replied,  "you  know  right  well  you 
wouldn't  do  the  thing  yourself;  neither  you,  nor 
Squire,  nor  captain;  and  no  more  will  I.  Silver 
trusted  me;  I  passed  my  word,  and  back  I  go. 
But,  doctor,  you  did  not  let  me  finish.  If  they 
come  to  torture  me,  I  might  let  slip  a  word  of 
where  the  ship  is;  for  I  got  the  ship,  part  by  luck 
and  part  by  risking,  and  she  lies  in  North  Inlet, 
on  the  southern  beach,  and  just  below  high  water. 
At  half  tide  she  must  be  high  and  dry." 

"The  ship!"  exclaimed  the  doctor. 

Rapidly  I  described  to  him  my  adventures,  and 
he  heard  me  out  in  silence. 

"There  is  a  kind  of  fate  in  this,"  he  observed, 
when  I  had  done.  "Every  step,  it's  you  that  saves 
our  lives ;  and  do  you  suppose  by  any  chance  that 
we  are  going  to  let  you  lose  yours?  That  would 
be  a  poor  return,  my  boy.  You  found  out  the 
plot;  you  found  Ben  Gunn — the  best  deed  that 
ever  you  did,  or  will  do,  though  you  live  to 
ninety.  Oh,  by  Jupiter,  and  talking  of  Ben 
Gunn!  why,  this  is  the  mischief  in  person.  Sil- 
ver!" he  cried,  "Silver! — I'll  give  you  a  piece  of 
advice,"  he  continued,  as  the  cook  drew  near 
again:  "don't  you  be  in  any  great  hurry  after  that 
treasure." 

"Why,  sir,  I  do  my  possible,  which  that  ain't," 
said  Silver.     "I  can  only,  asking  your  pardon. 


238  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

save  my  life  and  the  boy's  by  seeking  for  that 
treasure ;  and  you  may  lay  to  that." 

"Well,  Silver,"  replied  the  doctor,  "if  that  is  so, 
I'll  go  one  step  further:  look  out  for  squalls  when 
you  find  it." 

"Sir,"  said  Silver,  "as  between  man  and  man, 
that's  too  much  and  too  little.  What  you're  after, 
why  you  left  the  block-house,  why  you  given  me 
that  there  chart,  I  don't  know,  now,  do  I  ?  and  yet 
I  done  your  bidding  with  my  eyes  shut  and  never 
a  word  of  hope!  But  no,  this  here's  too  much. 
If  you  won't  tell  me  what  you  mean  plain  out,  just 
say  so,  and  I'll  leave  the  helm." 

"No,"  said  the  doctor,  musingly.  "I've  no 
right  to  say  more;  it's  not  my  secret,  you  see,  Sil- 
ver, or,  I  give  you  my  word,  I'd  tell  it  you.  But 
I'll  go  as  far  with  you  as  I  dare  go,  and  a  step  be- 
yond; for  I'll  have  my  wig  sorted  by  the  captain 
or  I'm  mistaken!  And,  first,  I'll  give  you  a  bit  of 
hope:  Silver,  if  we  both  get  alive  out  of  this  wolf- 
trap,  I'll  do  my  best  to  save  you,  short  of  perjury." 

Silver's  face  was  radiant.  "You  couldn't  say 
more,  I'm  sure,  sir,  not  if  you  was  my  mother,"  he 
cried. 

"Well,  that's  my  first  concession,"  added  the 
doctor.  "My  second  is  a  piece  of  advice:  Keep 
the  boy  close  beside  you,  and  when  you  need  help, 
halloo.  I'm  off  to  seek  it  for  you,  and  that  itself 
will  show  if  I  speak  at  random.    Good-bye,  Jim." 

And  Dr.  Livesey  shook  hands  with  me  through 
the  stockade,  nodded  to  Silver,  and  set  off  at  a 
brisk  pace  into  the  wood. 


TREASURE   ISLAND.  239 

CHAPTER    XXXI. 

THE   TREASURE   HUNT FLINT'S    POINTER. 

"Jim,"  said  Silver,  when  we  were  alone,  "if  I 
saved  your  life,  you  saved  mine;  and  I'll  not  for- 
get it.  I  seen  the  doctor  waving  you  to  run  for 
it — with  the  tail  of  my  eye,  I  did;  and  I  seen  you 
say  no,  as  plain  as  hearing.  Jim,  that's  one  to 
you.  This  is  the  first  glint  of  hope  I  had  since  the 
attack  failed,  and  I  owe  it  to  you.  And  now,  Jim, 
we're  to  go  in  for  this  here  treasure  hunting,  with 
sealed  orders,  too,  and  I  don't  like  it;  and  you  and 
me  must  stick  close,  back  to  back  like,  and  we'll 
save  our  necks  in  spite  o'  fate  and  fortune." 

Just  then  a  man  hailed  us  from  the  fire  that 
breakfast  was  ready,  and  we  were  soon  seated 
here  and  there  about  the  sand  over  biscuit  and 
fried  junk.  They  had  lit  a  fire  fit  to  roast  an  ox, 
and  it  was  now  grown  so  hot  that  they  could  only 
approach  it  from  the  windward,  and  even  there 
not  without  precaution.  In  the  same  wasteful 
spirit  they  had  cooked,  I  suppose,  three  times 
more  than  we  could  eat;'and  one  of  them,  with  an 
empty  laugh,  threw  what  was  left  into  the  fire, 
which  blazed  and  roared  again  over  this  unusual 
fuel.  I  never  in  my  life  saw  men  so  careless  of 
the  morrow ;  hand  to  mouth  is  the  only  word  that 
can  describe  their  way  of  doing;  and  what  with 
wasted  food  and  sleeping  sentries,  though  they 


24O  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

were  bold  enough  for  a  brush  and  be  done  with  it, 
I  could  see  their  entire  unfitness  for  anything  like 
a  prolonged  campaign. 

Even  Silver,  eating  away  with  Captain  Flint 
upon  his  shoulder,  had  not  a  word  of  blame  for 
their  recklessness.  And  this  the  more  surprised 
me,  for  I  thought  he  had  never  shown  himself  so 
cunning  as  he  did  then. 

"Ay,  mates,"  said  he,  "it's  lucky  you  have  Bar- 
becue to  think  for  you  with  this  here  head.  I 
got  what  I  wanted,  I  did.  Sure  enough,  they 
have  the  ship.  Where  they  have  it  I  don't  know 
yet;  but  once  we  hit  the  treasure,  we'll  have  to 
jump  about  and  find  out.  And  then,  mates,  us 
that  has  the  boats,  I  reckon,  has  the  upper  hand." 

Thus  he  kept  running  on.  with  his  mouth  full 
of  the  hot  bacon :  thus  he  restored  their  hope  and 
confidence,  and,  I  more  than  suspect,  repaired  his 
own  at  the  same  time. 

"As  for  hostage,"  he  continued,  "that's  his  last 
talk,  I  guess,  with  them  he  loves  so  dear.  I've 
got  my  piece  o'  news,  and  thanky  to  him  for  that; 
but  it's  over  and  done.  I'll  take  him  in  a  line 
when  we  go  treasure  hunting,  for  we'll  keep  him 
like  so  much  gold,  in  case  of  accidents,  you  mark, 
and  in  the  meantime.  Once  we  got  the  ship  and 
treasure  both,  and  off  to  sea  like  jolly  compan- 
ions, why,  then,  we'll  talk  Mr.  Hawkins  over,  we 
will ;  and  we'll  give  him  his  share,  to  be  sure,  for 
all  his  kindness." 

It  was  no  wonder  the  men  were  in  a  good  hu- 
mor now.       For  my  part,  I  was  horribly  cast 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  24I 

down.  Should  the  scheme  he  had  now  sketched 
prove  feasible,  Silver,  already  a  double  traitor, 
would  not  hesitate  to  adopt  it.  He  had  still  a 
foot  in  either  camp,  and  there  was  no  doubt  he 
would  prefer  wealth  and  freedom  with  the  pirates 
to  a  bare  escape  from  hanging,  which  was  the  best 
he  had  to  hope  on  our  side. 

Nay,  and  even  if  things  so  fell  out  that  he  was 
forced  to  keep  his  faith  with  Dr.  Livesey,  even 
then  what  danger  lay  before  us!  What  a  mo- 
ment that  would  be  when  the  suspicions  of  his 
followers  turned  to  certainty,  and  he  and  I  should 
have  to  fight  for  dear  life — he  a  cripple  and  I  a  boy 
— against  five  strong  and  active  seamen! 

Add  to  this  double  apprehension  the  mystery 
that  still  hung  over  the  behavior  of  my  friends; 
their  unexplained  desertion  of  the  stockade;  their 
inexplicable  cession  of  the  chart;  or,  harder  still 
to  understand,  the  doctor's  last  warning  to  Silver, 
"Look  out  for  squalls  when  you  find  it;"  and  you 
will  readily  believe  how  little  taste  I  found  in  my 
breakfast,  and  with  how  uneasy  a  heart  I  set  forth 
behind  my  captors  on  the  quest  for  treasure. 

We  made  a  curious  figure,  had  any  one  been 
there  to  see  us;  all  in  soiled  sailor  clothes,  and  all 
but  me  armed  to  the  teeth.  Silver  had  two  guns 
slung  about  him — one  before  and  one  behind — 
besides  the  great  cutlass  at  his  waist,  and  a  pistol  in 
each  pocket  of  his  square-tailed  coat.  To  complete, 
his  strange  appearance,  Captain  Flint  sat  perched 
upon  his  shoulder  and  gabbling  odds  and  ends  of 
purposeless  sea  talk.     I  had  a  line  about  my  waist, 


2.^2  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

and  followed  obediently  after  the  sea-cook,  who 
held  the  loose  end  of  the  rope  now  in  his  free 
hand,  now  between  his  powerful  teeth.  For  all 
the  world,  I  was  led  like  a  dancing  bear. 

The  other  men  were  variously  burthened;  some 
carrying  picks  and  shovels — for  that  had  been  the 
very  first  necessary  they  brought  ashore  from  the 
Hispaniola — others  laden  with  pork,  bread  and 
brandy  for  the  midday  meal.  All  the  stores,  I  ob- 
served, came  from  our  stock;  and  I  could  see  the 
truth  of  Silver's  words  the  night  before.  Had  he 
not  struck  a  bargain  with  the  doctor,  he  and  his 
mutineers,  deserted  by  the  ship,  must  have  been 
driven  to  subsist  on  clear  water  and  the  proceeds 
of  their  hunting.  Water  would  have  been  little  to 
their  taste;  a  sailor  is  not  usually  a  good  shot,  and, 
besides  all  that,  wrhen  they  were  so  short  of  eata- 
bles it  was  not  likely  they  would  be  very  flush  of 
powder. 

Well,  thus  equipped,  we  all  set  out — even  the 
fellow  with  the  broken  head,  who  should  certainly 
have  kept  in  shadow — and  straggled,  one  after 
another,  to  the  beach,  where  the  two  gigs  awaited 
us.  Even  these  bore  traces  of  the  drunken  folly 
of  the  pirates,  one  in  a  broken  thwart,  and  both  in 
their  muddied  and  unbaled  condition.  Both 
were  to  be  carried  along  with  us,  for  the  sake  of 
safety;  and  so,  with  our  numbers  divided  between 
them,  we  set  forth  upon  the  bosom  of  the  an- 
chorage. 

As  we  pulled  over  there  was  some  discussion 
on  the  chart.     The  red  cross  was,  of  course,  far 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  243 

too  large  to  be  a  guide ;  and  the  terms  of  the  note 
on  the  back,  as  you  will  hear,  admitted  of  some 
ambiguity.  They  ran,  the  reader  may  remem- 
ber, thus: 

"Tall  tree,  Spy-glass  Shoulder,  bearing  a  point  to  the 
N.  of  N.N.E. 

"Skeleton  Island  E.S.E.  and  by  E. 
"Ten  feet." 


A  tall  tree  was  thus  the  principal  mark.  Now, 
right  before  us  the  anchorage  was  bounded  by  a 
plateau  from  two  to  three  hundred  feet  high,  ad- 
joining on  the  north  the  sloping  southern  shoulder 
of  theSpy-glass,and  rising  again  towards  the  south 
into  the  rough,  cliffy  eminence  called  the  Mizzen- 
mast  Hill.  The  top  of  the  plateau  was  dotted  thick- 
ly with  pine  trees  of  varying  height.  Every  here 
and  there  one  of  a  different  species  rose  forty  or 
fifty  feet  clear  above  its  neighbors,  and  which  of 
these  was  the  particular  "tall  tree"  of  Captain 
Flint  could  only  be  decided  on  the  spot,  and  by 
the  readings  of  the  compass. 

Yet,  although  that  was  the  case,  every  man  on 
board  the  boats  had  picked  a  favorite  of  his  own 
ere  we  were  half  way  over,  Long  John  alone 
shrugging  his  shoulders  and  bidding  them  wait 
till  they  were  there. 

We  pulled  easily,  by  Silver's  directions,  not  to 
weary  the  hands  prematurely;  and,  after  quite  a 
long  passage,  landed  at  the  mouth  of  the  second 
river — that   which   runs    down  a  woody  cleft  of 


244  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

the  Spy-glass.  Thence,  bending  to  our  left,  we 
began  to  ascend  the  slope  towards  the  plateau. 

At  the  first  outset  heavy,  miry  ground  and  a 
matted,  marish  vegetation  greatly  delayed  our 
progress;  but  by  little  and  little  the  hill  began  to 
steepen  and  become  stony  under  foot,  and  the 
wood  to  change  its  character  and  to  grow  in  a 
more  open  order.  It  was  indeed  a  most  pleasant 
portion  of  the  island  that  we  were  now  approach- 
ing. A  heavy-scented  broom  and  many  flower- 
ing shrubs  hac  almost  taken  the  place  of  grass. 
Thickets  of  green  nutmeg  trees  were  dotted  here 
and  there  with  the  red  columns  and  the  broad 
shadow  of  the  pines;  and  the  first  mingled  their 
spice  with  the  aroma  of  the  others.  The  air,  be- 
sides, was  fresh  and  stirring,  and  this,  under  the 
sheer  sunbeams,  was  a  wonderful  refreshment  to 
our  senses. 

The  party  spread  itself  abroad,  in  a  fan  shape, 
shouting  and  leaping  to  and  fro.  About  the  cen- 
tre, and  a  good  wav  behind  the  rest,  Silver  and  I 
followed — I  tethered  by  my  rope,  he  ploughing, 
with  deep  pants,  among  the  sliding  gravel.  From 
time  to  time,  indeed,  I  had  to  lend  him  a  hand,  or 
he  must  have  missed  his  footing  and  fallen  back- 
ward down  the  hill. 

We  had  thus  proceeded  for  about  half  a  mile, 
and  were  approaching  the  brow  of  the  plateau, 
when  the  man  upon  the  farthest  left  began  to  cry 
aloud,  as  if  in  terror.  Shout  after  shout  came 
from  him,  and  the  others  began  to  run  in  his  di- 
rection. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  245 

"He  can't  'a'  found  the  treasure,"  said  old  Mor- 
gan, hurrying  past  us  from  the  right,  ''for  that's 
clean  a-top." 

Indeed,  as  we  found  when  we  also  reached  the 
spot,  it  was  something  very  different.  At  the 
foot  of  a  pretty  big  pine,  and  involved  in  a  green 
creeper,  which  had  even  partly  lifted  some  of  the 
smaller  bones,  a  human  skeleton  lay,  with  a  few 
shreds  of  clothing,  on  the  ground.  I  believe  a 
chill  struck  for  a  moment  to  every  heart. 

"He  was  a  seaman,"  said  George  Merry,  who,, 
bolder  than  the  rest,  had  gone  up  close  and  was 
examining  the  rags  of  clothing.  "Leastways, 
this  is  good  sea-cloth." 

"Ay,  ay,"  said  Silver;  "like  enough;  you 
wouldn't  look  to  find  a  bishop  here,  I  reckon. 
But  what  sort  of  a  way  is  that  for  bones  to  lie? 
'Tain't  in  natur'." 

Indeed,  on  a  second  glance,  it  seemed  impossi- 
ble to  fancy  that  the  body  was  in  a  natural  posi- 
tion. But  for  some  disarray  (the  work,  perhaps, 
of  the  birds  that  had  fed  upon  him,  or  of  the  slow 
growing  creeper  that  had  gradually  enveloped  his 
remains)  the  man  lay  perfectly  straight — his  feet 
pointing  in  one  direction,  his  hands,  raised  above 
his  head  like  a  diver's,  pointing  directly  in  the  op- 
posite. 

"I've  taken  a  notion  into  my  old  numskull," 
observed  Silver.  "Here's  the  compass;  there's 
the  tip-top  p'int  o'  Skeleton  Island,  stickin'  out 
like  a  tooth.  Just  take  a  bearing,  will  you,  along 
the  line  of  them  bones." 


246  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

It  was  done.  The  body  pointed  straight  in  the 
direction  of  the  island,  and  the  compass  read  duly 
E.S.E.  and  by  E. 

"I  thought  so,"  cried  the  cook;  "this  here  is  a 
p'inter.  Right  up  there  is  our  line  for  the  Pole 
Star  and  the  jolly  dollars.  But,  by  thunder!  if  it 
don't  make  me  cold  inside  to  think  of  Flint.  This 
is  one  oihis  jokes,  and  no  mistake.  Him  and 
these  six  was  alone  here ;  he  killed  'em,  every  man ; 
and  this  one  he  hauled  here  and  laid  down  by 
compass,  shiver  my  timbers!  They're  long 
bones,  and  the  hair's  been  yellow.  Ay,  that  would 
be  Allardyce.  You  mind  Allardyce,  Tom  Mor- 
gan?" 

"Ay,  ay,"  returned  Morgan;  "I  mind  him;  he 
owed  me  money,  he  did,  and  took  my  knife  ashore 
with  him." 

"Speaking  of  knives,"  said  another,  "why  don't 
we  find  his'n  lying  round?  Flint  war'nt  the  man 
to  pick  a  seaman's  pocket;  and  the  birds,  I  guess, 
would  leave  it  be." 

"By  the  powers,  and  that's  true!"  cried  Silver. 

"There  ain't  a  thing  left  here,"  said  Merry,  still 
feeling  round  anions  the  bones ;  "not  a  copper  doit 
nor  a  baccy  box.     It  don't  look  nat'ral  to  me." 

"No,  by  gum!  it  don't,"  agreed  Silver;  "not 
nat'ral,  nor  not  nice,  says  you.  Great  guns! 
messmates,  but  if  Flint  was  living  this  would  be 
a  hot  spot  for  you  and  me.  Six  they  were,  and 
six  are  we;  and  bones  is  what  they  are  now." 

"I  saw  him  dead  with  these  here  deadlights," 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  247 

said  Morgan.  "Billy  took  me  in.  There  he  laid, 
with  penny-pieces  on  his  eyes." 

"Dead — ay,  sure  enough  he's  dead  and  gone 
below,"  said  the  fellow  with  the  bandage;  "but  if 
ever  sperrit  walked,  it  would  be  Flint's.  Dear 
heart,  but  he  died  bad,  did  Flint!" 

"Ay,  that  he  did,"  observed  another;  "now  he 
raged,  and  now  he  hollered  for  the  rum,  and  now 
he  sang.  'Fifteen  Men'  were  his  only  song, 
mates;  and,  I  tell  you  true,  I  never  rightly  liked 
to  hear  it  since.  It  was  main  hot  and  the  windy 
was  open,  and  I  hear  that  old  song  comin'  out  as 
clear  as  clear — and  the  death-haul  on  the  man 
already." 

"Come,  come,"  said  Silver,  "stow  this  talk. 
He's  dead,  and  he  don't  walk,  that  I  know;  least- 
ways, he  won't  walk  by  day,  and  you  may  lay  to 
that.  Care  killed  a  cat.  Fetch*  ahead  for  the 
doubloons." 

We  started,  certainly;  but  in  spite  of  the  hot 
sun  and  the  staring  daylight,  the  pirates  no  longer 
ran  separate  and  shouting  through  the  wood,  but 
kept  side  by  side  and  spoke  with  bated  breath. 
The  terror  of  the  dead  buccaneer  had  fallen  on 
their  spirits. 


248  TREASURE    ISLAND. 


CHAPTER    XXXII. 

THE  TREASURE  HUNT THE  VOICE  AMONG  THE 

TREES. 

Partly  from  the  dampening  influence  of  this 
alarm,  partly  to  rest  Silver  and  the  sick  folk,  the 
whole  party  sat  down  as  soon  as  they  had  gained 
the  brow  of  the  ascent. 

The  plateau  being  somewhat  tilted  towards  the 
west,  this  spot  on  which  we  had  paused  com- 
manded a  wide  prospect  on  either  hand.  Before 
us,  over  the  tree-tops,  we  beheld  the  Cape  of  the 
Woods  fringed  with  surf;  behind,  we  not  only 
looked  down  upon  the  anchorage  and  Skeleton 
Island,  but  saw,  clear  across  the  spit  and  the  east- 
ern lowlands,  a  great  field  of  open  sea  upon  the 
east.  Sheer  above,  us  rose  the  Spy-glass,  here 
dotted  with  single  pines,  there  black  with  preci- 
pices. There  was  no  sound  but  that  of  the  dis- 
tant breakers,  mounting  from  all  around,  and  the 
chirp  of  countless  insects  in  the  brush.  Not  a 
man,  not  a  sail  upon  the  sea;  the  very  largeness  of 
the  view  increased  the  sense  of  solitude. 

Silver,  as  he  sat,  took  certain  bearings  with  his 
compass. 

'There  are  three  'tall  trees,'  "  said  he,  "about  in 
the  right  line  from  Skeleton  Island.  'Spy-glass 
Shoulder,'  I  take  it,  means  that  lower  p'int  there. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  249 

It's  child's  play  to  find  the  stuff  now.  I've  half  a 
mind  to  dine  first." 

"I  don't  feel  sharp,"  growled  Morgan. 
"Thinkin'  o'  Flint — I  think  it  were — as  done  me." 

"Ah,  well,  my  son,  you  praise  your  stars  he's 
dead,"  said  Silver. 

"He  were  an  ugly  devil,"  cried  a  third  pirate 
with  a  shudder;  "that  blue  in  the  face,  too." 

"That  was  how  the  rum  took  him,"  added 
Merry.  "Blue!  well,  I  reckon  he  was  blue. 
That's  a  true  word." 

Ever  since  they  had  found  the  skeleton  and  got 
upon  this  train  of  thought  they  had  spoken  lower 
and  lower,  and  they  had  almost  got  to  whispering 
by  now,  so  that  the  sound  of  their  talk  hardly  in- 
terrupted the  silence  of  the  wood.  All  of  a  sud- 
den, out  of  the  middle  of  the  trees  in  front  of  us, 
a  thin,  high,  trembling  voice  struck  up  the  well 
known  air  and  words 


"Fifteen  men  on  the  dead  man's  chest- 
Yo-ho-ho,  and  a  bottle  of  rum!" 


I  never  have  seen  men  more  dreadfully  affected 
than  the  pirates.  The  color  went  from  their  six 
faces  like  enchantment;  some  leaped  to  their  feet, 
some  clawed  hold  of  others;  Morgan  grovelled 
on  the  ground. 

"It's  Flint,  by !"  cried  Merry. 

The  song  had  stopped  as  suddenly  as  it  began 
— broken  off,  you  would  have  said,  in  the  middle 
of  a  note,  as  though  some  one  had  laid  his  hand 


25O  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

upon  the  singer's  mouth.  Coming  so  far  through 
the  clear,  sunny  atmosphere  among  the  green 
tree-tops,  I  thought  it  had  sounded  airily  and 
sweetly;  and  the  effect  on  my  companions  was  the 
stranger. 

"Come,"  said  Silver,  struggling  with  his  ashen 
lips  to  get  the  word  out,  "this  won't  do.  Stand 
by  to  go  about.  This  is  a  rum  start,  and  I  can't 
name  the  voice:  but  it's  some  one  skylarking — 
some  one  that's  flesh  and  blood,  and  you  may  lay 
to  that." 

His  courage  had  come  back  as  he  spoke,  and 
some  of  the  color  to  his  face  along  with  it.  Al- 
ready the  others  had  begun  to  lend  an  ear  to  this 
encouragement,  and  were  coming  a  little  to  them- 
selves, when  the  same  voice  broke  out  again — not 
this  time  singing,  but  in  a  faint,  distant  hail,  that 
echoed  yet  fainter  among  the  clefts  of  the  Spy- 
glass. 

"Darby  M'Graw,"  it  wailed — for  that  is  the 
word  that  best  describes  the  sound — "Darby 
M'Graw!  Darby  M'Graw!"  again  and  again  and 
again;  and  then,  rising  a  little  higher,  and  with  an 
oath  that  I  leave  out,  "Fetch  aft  the  rum,  Darby!" 

The  buccaneers  remained  rooted  to  the  ground, 
their  eyes  starting  from  their  heads.  Long  after 
the  voice  had  died  away  they  still  stared  in  silence, 
dreadfully  before  them. 

"That  fixes  it!"  gasped  one.     "Let's  go." 

"They  was  his  last  words,"  moaned  Morgan; 
"his  last  words  above  board." 

Dick  had  his  Bible  out  and  was  praying  volu- 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  25 1 

bly.  He  had  been  well  brought  up,  had  Dick, 
before  he  came  to  sea  and  fell  among  bad  com- 
panions. 

Still  Silver  was  unconquered.  I  could  hear 
his  teeth  rattle  in  his  head ;  but  he  had  not  yet  sur- 
rendered. 

"Nobody  in  this  here  island  ever  heard  of 
Darby," he  muttered:  "not  one  but  us  that's  here." 
And  then,  making  a  great  effort,  "Shipmates,"  he 
cried,  "I'm  here  to  get  that  stuff,  and  I'll  not  be 
beat  by  man  nor  devil.  I  never  was  feared  of 
Flint  in  his  life,  and,  by  the  powers,  I'll  face  him 
dead.  There's  seven  hundred  thousand  pound 
not  a  quarter  of  a  mile  from  here.  When  did  ever 
a  gentleman  o'  fortune  show  his  stern  to  that 
much  dollars  for  a  boozy  old  seaman  with  a  blue 
mug — and  him  dead,  too?" 

But  there  was  no  sign  of  re-awakening  courage 
in  his  followers ;  rather,  indeed,  of  growing  terror 
at  the  irreverence  of  his  words. 

"Belay  there,  John!"  said  Merry.  "Don't  you 
cross  a  sperrit." 

And  the  rest  were  all  too  terrified  to  reply. 
They  would  have  run  away  severally  had  they 
dared ;  but  fear  kept  them  together,  and  kept  them 
close  by  John,  as  if  his  daring  helped  them.  He, 
on  his  part,  had  pretty  well  fought  his  weakness 
down. 

"Sperrit?  Well,  maybe,"  he  said.  "But  there's 
one  thing  not  clear  to  me.  There  was  an  echo. 
Now,  no  man  ever  seen  a  sperrit  with  a  shadow; 
well,  then,  what's  he  doing  with  an  echo  to  him, 


252  TREASURE    ISLAND. 


I  should  like  to  know?  That  ain't  in  natur', 
surely?" 

This  argument  seemed  weak  enough  to  me. 
But  you  can  never  tell  what  will  affect  the  super- 
stitious, and,  to  my  wonder,  George  Merry  was 
greatly  relieved. 

"Well,  that's  so,"  he  said.  "You've  a  head 
upon  your  shoulders,  John,  and  no  mistake. 
'Bout  ship,  mates!  This  here  crew  is  on  a  wrong 
tack,  I  do  believe.  And,  come  to  think  on  it,  it 
was  like  Flint's  voice,  I  grant  you,  but  not  just  so 
clear-away  like  it,  after  all.  It  was  liker  some- 
body else's  voice  now — it  was  liker" 

"By  the  powers,  Ben  Gunn!"  roared  Silver. 

"Ay,  and  so  it  were!"  cried  Morgan,  springing 
on  his  knees.     "Ben  Gunn  it  were!" 

"It  don't  make  much  odds,  do  it,  now?"  asked 
Dick.  "Ben  Gunn's  not  here  in  the  body,  any 
more'n  Flint." 

But  the  older  hands  greeted  this  remark  with 
scorn. 

"Why,  nobody  minds  Ben  Gunn,"  cried  Merry: 
"dead  or  alive,  nobody  minds  him." 

It  was  extraordinary  how  their  spirits  had  re- 
turned, and  how  the  natural  color  had  revived  in 
their  faces.  Soon  they  were  chatting  together, 
with  intervals  of  listening;  and  not  long  after, 
hearing  no  further  sound,  they  shouldered  their 
tools  and  set  forth  again,  Merry  walking  first  with 
Silver's  compass  to  keep  them  on  the  right  line 
with  Skeleton  Island.  He  had  said  the  truth; 
dead  or  alive,  nobodv  minded  Ben  Gunn. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  253 

Dick  alone  still  held  his  Bible,  and  looked 
around  him  as  he  went  with  fearful  glances;  but 
he  found  no  sympathy,  and  Silver  even  joked  him 
on  his  precautions. 

"I  told  you,"  said  he — "I  told  you  you  had 
sp'iled  your  Bible.  If  it  ain't  no  good  to  swear 
by,  what  do  you  suppose  a  sperrit  would  give  for 
it?  Not  that!"  and  he  snapped  his  big  fingers, 
halting  a  moment  on  his  crutch. 

But  Dick  was  not  to  be  comforted;  indeed,  it 
was  soon  plain  to  me  that  the  lad  was  falling  sick ; 
hastened  by  heat,  exhaustion,  and  the  shock  of  his 
alarm,  the  fever  predicted  by  Dr.  Livesey  was  evi- 
dently growing  swiftly  higher. 

It  was  fine  open  walking  here  upon  the  summit ; 
our  way  lay  a  little  down  hill,  for,  as  I  have  said, 
the  plateau  tilted  towards  the  west.  The  pines, 
great  and  small,  grew  wide  apart,  and  even  be- 
tween the  clumps  of  nutmeg  and  azalea  wide  open 
spaces  baked  in  the  hot  sunshine.  Striking,  as 
we  did,  pretty  near  northwest  across  the  island, 
we  drew  on  the  one  hand  ever  nearer  under  the 
shoulders  of  the  Spy-glass,  and  on  the  other 
looked  ever  wider  over  that  western  bay  where  I 
had  once  tossed  and  trembled  in  the  coracle. 

The  first  of  the  tall  trees  was  reached,  and  by 
the  bearing  proved  the  wrong  one.  So  with  the 
second.  The  third  rose  nearly  two  hundred  feet 
into  the  air  above  a  clump  of  underwood ;  a  giant 
of  a  vegetable,  with  a  red  column  as  big  as  a  cot- 
tage, and  a  wide  shadow  around  in  which  a  com- 
pany could  have  manoeuvred.     It  was  conspicu- 


254  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

cms  far  to  sea  both  on  the  east  and  west,  and  might 
have  been  entered  as  a  sailing  mark  upon  the 
chart. 

But  it  was  not  its  size  that  now  impressed  my 
companions;  it  was  the  knowledge  that  seven 
hundred  thousand  pounds  in  gold  lay  somewhere 
buried  below  its  spreading  shadow.  The  thought 
of  the  money,  as  they  drew  nearer,  swallowed  up 
their  previous  terrors.  Their  eyes  burned  in  their 
heads;  their  feet  grew  speedier  and  lighter;  their 
whole  souls  were  bound  up  in  that  fortune,  that 
whole  lifetime  of  extravagance  and  pleasure  that 
lay  waiting  there  for  each  of  them. 

Silver  hobbled,  grunting,  on  his  crutch;  his 
nostrils  stood  out  and  quivered;  he  cursed  like  a 
madman  when  the  flies  settled  on  his  hot  and 
shiny  countenance;  he  plucked  furiously  at  the 
line  that  held  me  to  him,  and,  from  time  to  time, 
turned  his  eyes  upon  me  with  a  deadly  look.  Cer- 
tainlv  he  took  no  pains  to  hide  his  thoughts;  and 
certainly  I  read  them  like  print.  In  the  immedi- 
ate nearness  of  the  gold,  all  else  had  been  forgot- 
ten; his  promise  and  the  doctor's  warning  were 
both  things  of  the  past,  and  I  could  not  doubt  that 
he  hoped  to  seize  upon  the  treasure,  find  and 
board  the  Hispaniola  under  cover  of  night,  cut 
every  honest  throat  about  the  island  and  sail  away 
as  he  had  at  first  intended,  laden  with  crime  and 
riches. 

Shaken  as  I  was  with  these  alarms,  it  was  hard 
for  me  to  keep  up  with  the  rapid  pace  of  the  treas- 
ure hunters.     Now  and  again  I  stumbled;  and  it 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  255 

was  then  that  Silver  plucked  so  roughly  at  the 
rope  and  launched  at  me  his  murderous  glances. 
•Dick,  who  had  dropped  behind  us,  and  now 
brought  up  the  rear,  was  babbling  to  himself  both 
prayers  and  curses,  as  his  fever  kept  rising.  This 
also  added  to  my  wretchedness,  and,  to  crown  all, 
1  was  haunted  by  the  thought  of  the  tragedy  that 
had  once  been  acted  on  that  plateau,  when  that 
ungodly  buccaneer  with  the  blue  face — he  who 
died  at  Savannah,  singing  and  shouting  for  drink 
—had  there,  with  his  own  hand,  cut  down  his  six 
accomplices.  '  This  grove,  that  was  now  so  peace- 
ful, must  then  have  rung  with  cries,  I  thought; 
and  with  the  thought  I  could  believe  I  heard  it  still 
ring.     We  were  now  at  the  margin  of  the  thicket. 

"Huzza,  mates,  all  together!"  shouted  Merry; 
and  the  foremost  broke  into  a  run. 

And  suddenly,  not  ten  yards  further,  we  beheld 
them  stop.  A  low  cry  arose.  Silver  doubled  his 
pace,  digging  away  with  the  foot  of  his  crutch 
like  one  possessed;  and  next  moment  he  and  I  had 
come  also  to  a  dead  halt. 

Before  us  was  a  great  excavation,  not  very  re- 
cent, for  the  sides  had  fallen  in  and  grass  had 
sprouted  on  the  bottom.  In  this  were  the  shaft 
of  a  pick  broken  in  two  and  the  boards  of  several 
packing  cases  strewn  around.  On  one  of  these 
boards  I  saw,  branded  with  a  hot  iron,  the  name 
Walrus — the  name  of  Flint's  ship. 

All  was  clear  to  probation.  The  cache  had 
been  found  and  rifled — the  seven  hundred  thou- 
sand pounds  were  gone! 


256  TREASURE    ISLAND. 


CHAPTER   XXXIII. 

THE    FALL    OF   A    CHIEFTAIN. 

There  never  was  such  an  overturn  in  this 
world.  Each  of  these  six  men  was  as  though  he 
had  been  struck.  But  with  Silver  the  blow  passed 
almost  instantly.  Every  thought  of  his  soul  had 
been  set  full-stretch,  like  a  racer,  on  that  money; 
well,  he  was  brought  up  in  a  single-  second,  dead ; 
and  he  kept  his  head,  found  his  temper,  and 
changed  his  plan  before  the  others  had  had  time 
to  realize  the  disappointment. 

"Jim/'  he  whispered,  "take  that,  and  stand  by 
for  trouble. " 

And  he  passed  me  a  double-barrelled  pistol. 

At  the  same  time  he  began  quietly  moving 
northward,  and  in  a  few  steps  had  put  the  hollow 
between  us  two  and  the  other  five.  Then  he 
looked  at  me  and  nodded,  as  much  as  to  say, 
"Here  is  a  narrow  corner,"  as,  indeed,  I  thought 
it  was.  His  looks  were  now  quite  friendly,  and  I 
was  so  revolted  at  these  constant  changes  that  I 
could  not  forbear  whispering,  "So  you've  changed 
sides  again." 

There  was  no  time  left  for  him  to  answer  in. 
The  buccaneers,  with  oaths  and  cries,  began  to 
leap,  one  after  another,  into  the  pit,  and  to  dig 
with  their  fingers,  throwing  the  boards  aside  as 
they  did  so.     Morgan  found  a  piece  of  gold.     He 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  25/ 

held  it  up  with  a  perfect  spout  of  oaths.  It  was  a 
two-guinea  piece,  and  it  went  from  hand  to  hand 
among  them  for  a  quarter  of  a  minute. 

"Two  guineas!"  roared  Merry,  shaking  it  at 
Silver.  "That's  your  seven  hundred  thousand 
pounds,  is  it?  You're  the  man  for  bargains,  ain't 
you?  You're  him  that  never  bungled  nothing, 
you  wooden-headed  lubber!" 

"Dig  away,  boys,"  said  Silver,  with  the  coolest 
insolence;  "you'll  find  some  pig-nuts  and  I 
shouldn't  wonder." 

"Pig-nuts!"  repeated  Merry,  in  a  scream. 
"Mates,  do  you  hear  that?  1  tell  you,  now,  that 
man  there  knewr  it  all  along.  Look  in  the  face  of 
him  and  you'll  see  it  wrote  there." 

"Ah,  Merry,"  remarked  Silver,  "standing  for 
cap'n  again?     You're  a  pushing  lad,  to  be  sure." 

But  this  time  every  one  was  entirely  in  Merry's 
favor.  They  began  to  scramble  out  of  the  exca- 
vation, darting  furious  glances  behind  them.  One 
thing  I  observed  which  looked  well  for  us — they 
all  got  out  upon  the  opposite  side  from  Silver. 

Well,  there  we  stood,  two  on  one  side,  five  on 
the  other,  the  pit  between  us,  and  nobody  screwed 
up  high  enough  to  offer  the  first  blow.  Silver 
never  moved;  he  watched  them  very  upright  on 
his  crutch,  and  looked  as  cool  as  ever  I  saw  him. 
He  was  brave,  and  no  mistake. 

At  last  Merry  seemed  to  think  a  speech  might 
help  matters. 

"Mates,"  says  he,  "there's  two  of  them  alone 
there;  one's  the  old  cripple  that  brought  us  all 


258  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

here  and  blundered  us  down  to  this;  the  other's 
that  cub  that  I  mean  to  have  the  heart  of.  Now, 
mates" 

He  was  raising  his  arm  and  his  voice,  and 
plainly  meant  to  lead  a  charge.  But  just  then — 
crack!  crack!  crack! — three  musket-shots  flashed 
out  of  the  thicket.  Merry  tumbled  head  foremost 
into  the  excavation;  the  man  with  the  bandage 
spun  round  like  a  teetotum,  and  fell  all  his  length 
upon  his  side,  where  he  lay  dead,  but  still  twitch- 
ing; and  the  other  three  turned  and  ran  for  it  with 
all  their  might. 

Before  you  could  wink,  Long  John  had  fired 
two  barrels  of  a  pistol  into  the  struggling  Merry; 
and  as  the  man  rolled  up  his  eyes  at  him  in  the  last 
agony,  ''George,''  said  he,  "I  reckon  I  settled 
you." 

At  the  same  moment  the  doctor,  Gray,  and  Ben 
Gunn  joined  us,  with  smoking  muskets,  from 
among  the  nutmeg  trees. 

"Forward!"  cried  the  doctor.  "Double  quick, 
my  lads.     We  must  head  'em  off  the  boats." 

And  we  set  off  at  a  great  pace,  sometimes 
plunging  through  the  bushes  to  the  chest. 

I  tell  you,  but  Silver  was  anxious  to  keep  up 
with  us.  The  work  that  man  went  through,  leap- 
ing on  his  crutch  till  the  muscles  of  his  chest  were 
fit  to  burst,  was  wrork  no  sound  man  ever  equalled ; 
and  so  thinks  the  doctor.  As  it  was,  he  was  al- 
ready thirty  yards  behind  us,  and  on  the  verge  of 
strangling,  when  we  reached  the  brow  of  the 
slope. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  259 

"Doctor,"  he  hailed,  "see  there!  no  hurry!" 

Sure  enough  there  was  no  hurry.  In  a  more 
open  part  of  the  plateau,  we  could  see  the  three 
survivors  still  running  in  the  same  direction  as 
they  had  started,  right  for  Mizzen-mast  Hill.  We 
were  already  between  them  and  the  boats;  and  so 
we  four  sat  down  to  breathe,  while  Long  John, 
mopping  his  face,  came  slowly  up  with  us. 

"Thank  ye  kindly,  doctor,"  says  he.  "You 
came  in  in  about  the  nick,  I  guess,  for  me  and 
Hawkins.  And  so  it's  you,  Ben  Gunn!"  he  added. 
"Well,  you're  a  nice  one,  to  be  sure." 

"I'm  Ben  Gunn,  I  am,"  replied  the  maroon, 
wriggling  like  an  eel  in  his  embarrassment. 
"And,"  he  added,  after  a  long  pause,  "how  do, 
Mr.  Silver?     Pretty  well,  I  thank  ye,  says  you." 

"Ben,  Ben,"  murmured  Silver,  "to  think  as 
you've  done  me!" 

The  doctor  sent  back  Gray  for  one  of  the  pick- 
axes, deserted,  in  their  flight,  by  the  mutineers; 
and  then  as  we  proceeded  leisurely  down  hill  to 
where  the  boats  were  lying,  related,  in  a  few 
words,  what  had  taken  place.  It  was  a  story  that 
profoundly  interested  Silver;  and  Ben  Gunn, 
the  half-idiot  maroon,  was  the  hero  from  begin- 
ning to  end.  l% 

Ben,  in  his  long,  lonely  wanderings  about  the 
island,  had  found  the  skeleton — it  was  he  that  had 
rifled  it;  he  had  found  the  treasure;  he  had  dug  it 
up  (it  was  the  haft  of  his  pickaxe  that  lay  broken 
in  the  excavation) ;  he  had  carried  it  on  his  back, 
in  many  weary  journeys,  from  the  foot  of  a  tall 


26o  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

pine  to  a  cave  he  had  on  the  two-pointed  hill  at 
the  northeast  angle  of  the  island,  and  there  it  had 
lain  stored  in  safety  since  two  months  before  the 
arrival  of  the  Hispaniola. 

When  the  doctor  had  wormed  this  secret  from 
him,  on  the  afternoon  of  the  attack,  and  when, 
next  morning,  he  saw  the  anchorage  deserted,  he 
had  gone  to  Silver,  given  him  the  chart,  which 
was  now  useless — given  him  the  stores,  for  Ben 
Gunn's  cave  was  well  supplied  with  goats'  meat 
salted  by  himself — given  anything  and  every- 
thing to  get  a  chance  of  moving  in  safety  from  the 
stockade  to  the  two-pointed  hill,  there  to  be  clear 
of  malaria  and  keep  a  guard  upon  the  money. 

"As  for  you,  Jim,"  he  said,  "it  went  against  my 
heart,  but  I  did  what  I  thought  best  for  those  who 
had  stood  by  their  duty;  and  if  you  were  not  one 
of  these,  whose  fault  was  it?" 

That  morning,  finding  that  I  was  to  be  involved 
in  the  horrid  disappointment  he  had  prepared  for 
the  mutineers,  he  had  run  all  the  way  to  the  cave, 
and,  leaving  Squire  to  guard  the  captain,  had 
taken  Gray  and  the  maroon,  and  started,  making 
the  diagonal  across  the  island,  to  be  at  hand  be- 
side the  pine.  Soon,  however,  he  saw  that  our 
party  had  the  start  of  him;  and  Ben  Gunn,  being 
fleet  of  foot,  had  been  despatched  in  front  to  do 
his  best  alone.  Then  it  had  occurred  to  him  to 
work  upon  the  superstitions  of  his  former  ship- 
mates; and  he  was  so  far  successful  that  Gray  and 
the  doctor  had  come  up  and  were  already  am- 
bushed before  the  arrival  of  the  treasure-hunters. 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  26l 

"Ah,"  said  Silver,  "it  were  fortunate  for  me  that 
I  had  Hawkins  here.  You  would  have  let  old 
John  be  cut  to  bits,  and  never  given  it  a  thought, 
doctor." 

"Not  a  thought,"  replied  Doctor  Livesey 
cheerily. 

And  by  this  time  we  had  reached  the  gigs.  The 
doctor,  with  the  pickaxe,  demolished  one  of  them, 
and  then  we  all  got  aboard  the  other  and  set  out 
to  go  round  by  sea  for  North  Inlet. 

This  was  a  run  of  eight  or  nine  miles.  Silver, 
though  he  was  almost  killed  already  with  fatigue, 
was  set  to  an  oar,  like  the  rest  of  us,  and  we  were 
soon  skimming  swiftly  over  a  smooth  sea.  Soon 
we  passed  out  of  the  straits  and  doubled  the  south- 
east corner  of  the  island,  round  which,  four  days 
ago,  we  had  towed  the  Hispaniola. 

As  we  passed  the  two-pointed  hill,  we  could  see 
the  black  mouth  of  Ben  Gunn's  cave,  and  a  figure 
standing  by  it,  leaning  on  a  musket.  It  was  the 
Squire;  and  we  waved  a  handkerchief  and  gave 
him  three  cheers,  in  which  the  voice  of  Silver 
joined  as  heartily  as  any. 

Three  miles  farther,  just  inside  the  mouth  of 
North  Inlet,  what  should  we  meet  but  the  His- 
paniola, cruising  by  herself?  The  last  flood  had 
lifted  her;  and  had  there  been  much  wind,  or  a 
strong  tide  current,  as  in  the  southern  anchorage, 
we  should  never  have  found  her  more,  or  found 
her  stranded  beyond  help.  As  it  was,  there  was 
little  amiss,  beyond  the  wreck  of  the  mainsail. 
Another  anchor  was  got  ready,  and  dropped  in  a 


2&2  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

fathom  and  a  half  of  water.  We  all  pulled  round 
again  to  Rum  Cove,  the  nearest  point  for  Ben 
Gunn's  treasure-house;  and  then  Gray,  single- 
handed,  returned  with  the  gig  to  the  Hispaniola, 
where  he  was  to  pass  the  night  on  guard. 

A  gentle  slope  ran  up  from  the  beach  to  the 
entrance  of  the  cave.  At  the  top,  the  Squire  met 
us.  To  me  he  was  cordial  and  kind,  saying  noth- 
ing of  my  escapade,  either  in  the  way  of  blame  or 
praise.  At  Silver's  polite  salute  he  somewhat 
flushed. 

"John  Silver,"  he  said,  "you're  a  prodigious  vil- 
lain and  impostor — a  monstrous  impostor,  sir.  I 
am  told  I  am  not  to  prosecute  you.  Well,  then,  I 
will  not.  But  the  dead  men,  sir,  hang  about  your 
neck  like  millstones." 

"Thank  you  kindly,  sir,"  replied  Long  John, 
again  saluting. 

"I  dare  you  to  thank  me!"  cried  the  Squire. 
"It  is  a  gross  dereliction  of  mv  duty.  Stand 
back." 

And  thereupon  we  all  entered  the  cave.  It  was 
a  large,  airy  place,  with  a  little  spring  and  a  pool 
of  clear  water,  overhung  with  ferns.  The  floor 
was  sand.  Before  a  big  fire  lay  Captain  Smollett; 
and  in  a  far  corner,  only  duskily  flickered  over  by 
the  blaze,  I  beheld  great  heaps  of  coin  and  quad- 
rilaterals built  of  bars  of  gold.  That  was  Flint's 
treasure  that  we  had  come  so  far  to  seek,  and  that 
had  cost  already  the  lives  of  seventeen  men  from 
the  Hispaniola.  How  many  it  had  cost  in  the 
amassing,  what   blood   and    sorrow,  what   good 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  263 

ships  scuttled  on  the  deep,  what  brave  men  walk- 
ing the  plank  blindfold,  what  shot  of  cannon,  what 
shame  and  lies  and  cruelty,  perhaps  no  man  alive 
could  tell.  Yet  there  were  still  three  upon  that 
island — Silver,  and  old  Morgan,  and  Ben  Gunn — 
who  had  each  taken  his  share  in  these  crimes,  as 
each  had  hoped  in  vain  to  share  in  the  reward. 

"Come  in,  Jim,"  said  the  captain.  "You're  a 
good  boy  in  your  line,  Jim ;  but  I  don't  think  you 
and  me'll  go  to  sea  again.  You're  too  much  of 
the  born  favorite  for  me.  Is  that  you,  John  Sil- 
ver?    What  brings  you  here,  man?" 

"Come  back  to  my  dooty,  sir,"  returned  Silver. 

"Ah!"  said  the  captain;  and  that  was  all  he  said. 

What  a  supper  I  had  of  it  that  night  with  all  my 
friends  around  me;  and  what  a  meal  it  was,  with 
Ben  Gunn's  salted  goat,  and  some  delicacies  and  a 
bottle  of  old  wine  from  the  Hispaniola.  Never,  I 
am  sure,  were  people  gayer  or  happier.  And 
there  was  Silver,  sitting  back  almost  out  of  the 
firelight,  but  eating  heartily,  prompt  to  spring  for- 
ward when  anything  was  wanted,  even  joining 
quietly  in  our  laughter — the  same  bland,  polite, 
obsequious  seaman  of  the  voyage  out. 


264  TREASURE    ISLAND. 


CHAPTER    XXXIV. 

AND    LAST. 

The  next  morning  we  fell  early  to  work,  for  the 
transportation  of  this  great  mass  of  gold  near  a 
mile  by  land  to  the  beach,  and  thence  three  miles 
by  boat  to  the  Hispaniola,  was  a  considerable  task 
for  so  small  a  number  of  workmen.  The  three 
fellows  still  abroad  upon  the  island  did  not  greatly 
trouble  us;  a  single  sentry  on  the  shoulder  of  the 
hill  was  sufficient  to  insure  us  against  any  sudden 
onslaught,  and  we  thought,  besides,  they  had  had 
more  than  enough  of  fighting. 

Therefore  the  work  was  pushed  on  briskly. 
Gray  and  Ben  Gunn  came  and  went  with  the  boat, 
while  the  rest  during  their  absences,  piled  treasure 
on  the  beach.  Two  of  the  bars,  slung  in  a  rope's- 
end,  made  a  good  load  for  a  grown  man — one  that 
he  was  glad  to  walk  slowly  with.  For  my  part, 
as  I  was  not  much  use  at  carrying,  I  was  kept  busy 
all  day  in  the  cave,  packing  the  minted  money 
into  bread-bags. 

It  was  a  strange  collection,  like  Billy  Bones's 
hoard  for  the  diversity  of  coinage,  but  so  much 
larger  and  so  much  more  varied  that  I  think  1 
never  had  more  pleasure  than  in  sorting  them. 
English,  French,  Spanish,  Portuguese,  Georges, 
and  Louises,  doubloons  and  double  guineas  and 
moidores  and  sequins,  the  pictures  of  all  the  kings 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  265 

of  Europe  for  the  last  hundred  years,  strange 
Oriental  pieces  stamped  with  what  looked  like 
wisps  of  string  or  bits  of  spider's  web,  round 
pieces  and  square  pieces,  and  pieces  bored 
through  the  middle,  as  if  to  wear  them  round  your 
neck — nearly  every  variety  of  money  in  the  world 
must,  I  think,  have  found  a  place  in  that  collec- 
tion; and  for  number,  I  am  sure  they  were  like 
autumn  leaves,  so  that  my  back  ached  with  stoop- 
ing and  my  ringers  with  sorting  them  out.    . 

Day  after  day  this  work  went  on;  by  every 
evening  a  fortune  had  been  stowed  aboard,  but 
there  was  another  fortune  waiting  for  the  mor- 
row; and  all  this  time  we  heard  nothing  of  the 
three  surviving  mutineers. 

At  last — I  think  it  was  on  the  third  night — the 
doctor  and  I  were  strolling  on  the  shoulder  of  the 
hill  where  it  overlooks  the  lowlands  of  the  isle, 
when,  from  out  the  thick  darkness  below,  the 
wind  brought  us  a  noise  between  shrieking  and 
singing.  It  was  only  a  snatch  that  reached  our 
ears,  followed  by  the  former  silence. 

"Heaven  forgive  them,"  said  the  doctor;  "  'tis 
the  mutineers!" 

"All  drunk,  sir,"  struck  in  the  voice  of  Silver 
from  behind  us. 

Silver,  I  should  say,  was  allowed  his  entire  lib- 
erty, and,  in  spite  of  daily  rebuffs,  seemed  to  re- 
gard himself  once  more  as  quite  a  privileged  and 
friendly  dependant.  Indeed,  it  was  remarkable 
how  well  he  bore  these  slights,  and  with  what  un- 
wearying politeness  he  kept  on  trying  to  ingra- 


266  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

tiate  himself  with  all.  Yet,  I  think,  none  treated 
him  better  than  a  dog;  unless  it  was  Ben  Gunn, 
who  was  still  terribly  afraid  of  his  old  quarter- 
master, or  myself,  who  had  really  something  to 
thank  him  for;  although  for  that  matter,  I  sup- 
pose, I  had  reason  to  think  even  worse  of  him  than 
anybody  else,  for  I  had  seen  him  meditating  a 
fresh  treachery  upon  the  plateau.  Accordingly, 
it  was  pretty  gruffly  that  the  doctor  answered  him. 

"Drunk  or  raving,"  said  he. 

"Right  you  were,  sir,"  replied  Silver;  "and 
precious  little  odds  which,  to  you  and  me." 

"I  suppose  you  would  hardly  ask  me  to  call  you 
a  humane  man,"  returned  the  doctor  with  a  sneer, 
"and  so  my  feelings  may  surprise  you,  Master  Sil- 
ver. But  if  I  were  sure  they  were  raving — as  I 
am  morally  certain  one,  at  least,  of  them  is  down 
w7ith  fever — I  should  leave  this  camp,  and,  at 
whatever  risk  to  my  own  carcase,  take  them  the 
assistance  of  my  skill." 

"Ask  your  pardon,  sir,  you  would  be  very 
wrong,"  quoth  Silver.  "You  would  lose  your 
precious  life,  and  you  may  lay  to  that.  I'm  on 
your  side,  now,  hand  and  glove;  and  I  shouldn't 
wish  for  to  see  the  party  weakened,  let  alone  your- 
self, seeing  as  I  know  what  I  owes  you.  But 
these  men  down  there,  they  couldn't  keep  their 
word — no,  not  supposing  they  wished  to;  and 
what's  more,  they  couldn't  believe  as  you  could." 

"No,"  said  the  doctor.  "You're  the  man  to 
keep  your  word,  we  know  that." 

Well,  that  was  about  the  last  news  we  had  of  th** 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  267 

three  pirates.  Only  once  we  heard  a  gunshot  a 
great  way  off,  and  supposed  them  to  be  hunting. 
A  council  was  held,  and  it  was  decided  that  we 
must  desert  them  on  the  island — to  the  huge  glee, 
I  must  say,  of  Ben  Gunn,  and  with  the  strong  ap- 
proval of  Gray.  We  left  a  good  stock  of  powder 
and  shot,  the  bulk  of  the  salt  goat,  a  few  medi- 
cines, and  some  other  necessaries,  tools,  clothing, 
a  spare  sail,  a  fathom  or  two  of  rope,  and,  by  the 
particular  desire  of  the  doctor,  a  handsome  pres- 
ent of  tobacco. 

This  was  about  our  last  doing  on  the  island. 
Before  that,  we  had  got  the  treasure  stowed,  and 
had  shipped  enough  water  and  the  remainder  of 
the  goat  meat,  in  case  of  any  distress;  and  at  last, 
one  fine  morning,  we  weighed  anchor,  which  was 
about  all  that  we  could  manage,  and  stood  out  of 
Xorth  Inlet,  the  same  colors  flying  that  the  cap- 
tain had  flown  and  fought  under  at  the  palisade. 

The  three  fellows  must  have  been  watching  us 
closer  than  we  thought  for,  as  we  soon  had 
proved.  For,  coming  through  the  narrows,  we 
had  to  lie  very  near  the  southern  point,  and  there 
we  saw  all  three  of  them  kneeling  together  on  a 
spit  of  sand,  with  their  arms  raised  in  supplication. 
It  went  to  all  our  hearts,  I  think,  to  leave  them  in 
that  wretched  state ;  but  we  could  not  risk  another 
mutiny;  and  to  take  them  home  for  the  gibbet 
would  have  been  a  cruel  sort  of  kindness.  The 
doctor  hailed  them  and  told  them  of  the  stores  we 
had  left,  and  where  they  were  to  find  them.  But 
they  c-ontinued  to  call  us  by  name,  and  appeal  to 


268  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

us,  for  God's  sake,  to  be  merciful,  and  not  leave 
them  to  die  in  such  a  place. 

At  last,  seeing  the  ship  still  bore  on  her  course, 
and  was  now  swiftly  drawing  out  of  earshot,  one 
of  them — I  know  not  which  it  was — leaped  to  his 
feet  with  a  hoarse  cry,  whipped  his  musket  to  his 
shoulder,  and  sent  a  shot  whistling  over  Silver's 
head  and  through  the  mainsail. 

After  that,  we  kept  under  cover  of  the  bulwarks, 
and  when  next  I  looked  out  they  had  disappeared 
from  the  spit,  and  the  spit  itself  had  almost  melted 
out  of  sight  in  the  growing  distance.  That  was, 
at  least,  the  end  of  that;  and  before  noon,  to  my 
inexpressible  joy,  the  highest  rock  of  Treasure 
Island  had  sunk  into  the  blue  round  of  sea. 

We  were  so  short  of  men  that  every  one  on 
board  had  to  bear  a  hand — only  the  captain  lying 
on  a  mattress  in  the  stern  and  giving  his  orders; 
for,  though  greatly  recovered,  he  was  still  in  want 
of  quiet.  We  laid  her  head  for  the  nearest  port 
in  Spanish  America,  for  we  could  not  risk  the 
voyage  home  without  fresh  hands;  and  as  it  was, 
what  with  baffling  winds  and  a  couple  of  fresh 
gales,  we  were  all  worn  out  before  we  reached  it. 

It  was  just  at  sundown  when  we  cast  anchor  in 
a  most  beautiful  land-locked  gulf,  and  were  im- 
mediately surrounded  by  shore  boats  full  of  ne- 
groes, and  Mexican  Indians,  and  half-bloods,  sell- 
ing fruits  and  vegetables,  and  offering  to  dive  for 
bits  of  money.  The  sight  of  so  many  good-hu- 
mored faces  (especially  the  blacks),  the  taste  of 
the  tropical  fruits,  and  above  all,  the  lights  that 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  269 

began  to  shine  in  the  town,  made  a  most  charming 
contrast  to  our  dark  and  bloody  sojourn  on  the 
island;  and  the  doctor  and  the  Squire,  taking  me 
along  with  them,  went  ashore  to  pass  the  early 
part  of  the  night.  Here  they  met  the  captain  of 
an  English  man-of-war,  fell  in  talk  with  him,  went 
on  board  his  ship,  and,  in  short,  had  so  agreeable 
a  time,  that  day  was  breaking  when  we  came 
alongside  the  Hispaniola. 

Ben  Gunn  was  on  deck  alone,  and,  as  soon  as 
we  came  on  board,  he  began,  with  wonderful  con- 
tortions, to  make  us  a  confession.  Silver  was 
gone.  The  maroon  had  connived  at  his  escape  in 
a  shore  boat  some  hours  ago,  and  he  now  assured 
us  he  had  only  done  so  to  preserve  our  lives, 
which  would  certainly  have  been  forfeit  if  "that 
man  with  the  one  leg  had  stayed  aboard."  But 
this  was  not  all.  The  sea-cook  had  not  gone 
empty  handed.  He  had  cut  through  a  bulkhead 
unobserved,  and  had  removed  one  of  the  sacks  of 
coin,  worth,  perhaps,  three  or  four  hundred  gui- 
neas, to  help  him  on  his  further  wanderings. 

I  think  we  were  all  pleased  to  be  so  cheaply  quit 
of  him. 

Well,  to  make  a  long  story  short,  we  got  a  few 
hands  on  board,  made  a  good  cruise  home,  and 
the  Hispaniola  reached  Bristol  just  as  Mr.  Bland- 
ly was  beginning  to  think  of  fitting  out  her  con- 
sort. Five  men  only  of  those  who  had  sailed  re- 
turned with  her.  "Drink  and  the  devil  had  done 
for  the  rest,"  with  a  vengeance;  although,  to  be 


27O  TREASURE    ISLAND. 

sure,  we  were  not  quite  in  so  bad  a  case  as  that 
other  ship  they  sang  about : 

"With  one  man  of  her  crew  alive, 
What  put  to  sea  with  seventy-five." 

All  of  us  had  an  ample  share  of  the  treasure, and 
used  it  wisely  or  foolishly,  according-  to  our  na- 
tures. Captain  Smollett  is  now  retired  from  the 
sea.  Gray  not  only  saved  his  money,  but,  being 
suddenly  smit  with  the  desire  to  rise,  also  studied 
his  profession ;  and  he  is  now  mate  and  part  owner 
of  a  fine  full-rigged  ship;  married  besides,  and  the 
father  of  a  family.  As  for  Ben  Gunn,  he  got  a 
thousand  pounds,  which  he  spent  or  lost  in  three 
weeks,  or,  to  be  more  exact,  in  nineteen  days,  for 
he  was  back  begging  on  the  twentieth.  Then  he 
was  given  a  lodge  to  keep,  exactly  as  he  had 
feared  upon  the  island;  and  he  still  lives,  a  great 
favorite,  though  something  of  a  butt,  with  the 
country  boys,  and  a  notable  singer  in  church  on 
Sundays  and  saints'  days. 

Of  Silver  we  have  heard  no  more.  That  for- 
midable seafaring  man  with  one  leg  has  at  last 
gone  clean  out  of  my  life;  but  I  daresay  he  met 
his  old  negress,  and  perhaps  still  lives  in  comfort 
with  her  and  Captain  Flint.  It  is  to  be  hoped  so, 
I  suppose,  for  his  chances  of  comfort  in  another 
world  are  very  small. 

The  bar  silver  and  the  arms  still  lie,  for  all  that  I 
know,  where  Flint  buried  them;  and  certainly 
they  shall  lie  there  for  me.     Oxen  and  wain-ropes 


TREASURE    ISLAND.  27 1 

would  not  bring  me  back  again  to  that  accursed 
island ;  and  the  worst  dreams  that  ever  I  have  are 
when  I  hear  the  surf  booming  about  its  coasts,  or 
start  upright  in  bed,  with  the  sharp  voice  of  Cap- 
tain Flint  still  ringing  in  my  ears:  "Pieces  of 
eight!  pieces  of  eight!" 


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gentle,  and  full  of  Christian  love." 

3  MY  POINT   OF   VIEW.    Selections  from   the   works 

of  Professor  Henry   Drummond. 

4  OF    THE     IMITATION     OF    CHRIST,    by    Thomas 

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wide reputation." 

7  ADDRESSES,  by  the  Rt.  Rev.  Phillips  Brooks.     "Has 

exerted  a  marked  influence  over  the  rising  gener- 
ation." 

8  ABIDE  IN  CHRIST.    Thoughts  on  the  Blessed  Life 

of  Fellowship  with  the  Son  of  God.  By  the  Rev. 
Andrew  Murray.  "It  cannot  fail  to  stimulate  and 
cheer. "— Spur  g  eon. 

9  LIKE    CHRIST.    Thoughts   on   the    Blessed   Life   of 

Conformity  to  the  Son  of  God.  By  the  Rev.  An- 
drew Murray.  A  sequel  to  "Abide  in  Christ." 
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all." 

10  WITH    CHRIST    IN    THE    SCHOOL    OF    PRAYER, 

by  the  Rev.  Andrew  Murray.  "The  best  work  on 
prayer  in  the  language." 

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Children  to  be  Holy  as  He  is  Holy.  By  the  Rev. 
Andrew  Murray.  "This  sacred  theme  is  treated 
Scripturally  and  robustly  without  spurious  senti- 
mentalism." 

12  THE  MANLINESS  OF  CHRIST,  by  Thomas  Hughes, 

author  of  "Tom  Brown's  School  Days,"  etc.  "Evi- 
dences of  the  sublimest  courage  and  manliness  in 
the  boyhood,  ministry,  and  in  the  last  acts  of 
Christ's  life." 

13  ADDRESSES  TO  YOUNG  MEN,  by  the  Rev.  Henry 

Ward  Beecher.  Seven  addresses  on  common  vices 
and  their  results. 

14  THE    PATHWAY    OF    SAFETY,    by    the    Rt.    Rev. 

Ashton  Oxenden,  D.  D.  Some  words  of  advice 
and  encouragement  on  the  text  "What  Must  I 
do  to  be   Saved." 

15  THE    CHRISTIAN   LIFE,    by   the    Rt.    Rev.    Ashton 

Oxenden,  D.  D.  A  beautiful  delineation  of  an 
ideal  life  from  the  conversion  to  the  final  reward. 

16  THE  THRONE  OF  GRACE.    Before  which  the  bur- 

dened soul  may  cast  itself  on  the  bosom  of  in- 
finite love  and  enjoy  in  prayer  "a  peace  which 
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17  THE   PATHWAY  OF   PROMISE,   by  the   author  of 

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and  encouraging  to  the  Christian  pilgrim  as  he 
journeys  onward  to  his  heavenly  home. 

18  THE    IMPREGNABLE    ROCK    OF    HOLY    SCRIP- 

TURE, by  the  Rt.  Hon.  William  Ewart  Gladstone, 
M.  P.  The  most  masterly  defence  of  the  truths 
of  the  Bible  extant.  The  author  says:  The  Chris- 
tian Faith  and  the  Holy  Scriptures  arm  us  with 
the  means  of  neutralizing  the  assaults  of  evil  in 
and  from  ourselves. 

19  STEPS  INTO  THE  BLESSED  LIFE,  by  the  Rev.  P. 

B.  Meyer,  B.  A.  A  powerful  help  towards  sanc- 
tification. 

20  THE   MESSAGE  OF  PEACE,   by  the  Rev.   Richard 

W.  Church,  D.  D.  Eight  excellent  sermons  on 
the  advent  of  the  Babe  of  Bethlehem  and  his  in- 
fluence and  effect  on  the  world. 

21  JOHN  PLOUGHMAN'S  TALK,  by  the  Rev.  Charles 

H.  Spurgeon. 

22  JOHN    PLOUGHMAN'S    PICTURES,    by    the    Rev. 

Charles  H.   Spurgeon. 

23  THE    CHANGED    CROSS;    AND    OTHER    RELIG- 

IOUS POEMS. 

24  GOLD   DUST.     A  collection  of  Golden   Counsels  for 

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lotte  M.   Yonge. 

25  DAILY   FOOD   FOR  CHRISTIANS.     Being  a   Prom- 

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26  PEEP  OF  DAY.    Or  a  Series  of  the  Earliest  Relig- 

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Receiving. 

27  LINE  UPON  LINE.    Or  a  second  Series  of  the  Ear- 

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pable of  Receiving. 

28  PRECEPT    UPON     PRECEPT.     By    the    author    of 

"The  Peep  of  Day,"  "Line  Upon  Line,"  "Pre- 
cept Upon   Precept,"   etc. 

29  THE  PRINCE  OF  THE  HOUSE  OF  DAVID,  by  the 

Rev.  J.   H.  Ingraham. 

30  JESSICA'S      FIRST      PRAYER      AND      JESSICA'S 

MOTHER,  by  Hesba  Strettou. 


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3  RAB  AND   HIS   FRIENDS,    MARJORIE   FLEMING, 

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6  TALES  FROM  SHAKSPEARE,  by  Charles  and  Mary 

Lamb,   with   an  introduction   by   the   Rev.    Alfred 
Ainger,  M.  D. 

7  SESAME  AND  LILIES,   by  John  Ruskin. 

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8  THE    ETHICS    OF    THE    DUST,    by    John    Ruskin. 

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11  THE    HOUSE    OF    THE    SEVEN    GABLES,    by    Na- 

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12  MOSSES    FROM    AN    OLD    MANSE,    by    Nathaniel 

Hawthorne. 

13  TWICE  TOLD  TALES,  by  Nathaniel  Hawthorne. 

14  THE  ESSAYS  OF  FRANCIS  (LORD)  BACON  WITH 

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17  REPRESENTATIVE  MEN,   by   Ralph   Waldo   Emer- 

son. Mental  portraits  each  representing  a  class. 
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tic. 4.  The  Poet.  5.  The  Man  of  the  World.  6. 
The  Writer. 

18  THOUGHTS  OP  THE  EMPEROR  MARCUS  AURE- 

LIUS  ANTONINUS,   translated  by   George   Long. 

19  THE    DISCOURSES    OP    EPICTETUS    WITH    THE 

ENCHIRIDION,  translated  by  George  Long. 

20  OF   THE     IMITATION     OP     CHRIST,    by   Thomas 

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21  ADDRESSES,  by  Professor  Henry  Drummond.    The 

Greatest  Thing  in  the  World;  Pax  Vobiscum;  The 
Changed  Life;  How  to  Learn  How;  Dealing  With 
Doubt;  Preparation  for  Learning;  What  is  a 
Christian;  The  Study  of  the  Bible;  A  Talk  on 
Books. 

22  LETTERS,    SENTENCES    AND    MAXIMS,    by    Lord 

Chesterfield.  Masterpieces  of  good  taste,  good 
writing,  and  good  sense. 

23  REVERIES    OF    A    BACHELOR.    A    book     of     the 

heart.    By  Ik  Marvel. 

24  DREAM  LIFE,  by  Ik  Marvel.    A  companion  to  "Rev- 

eries of  a  Bachelor." 

25  SARTOR  RESARTUS,  by  Thomas  Carlyle. 

26  HEROES  AND  HERO  WORSHIP,  by  Thomas  Car- 

lyle. 

27  UNCLE  TOM'S  CABIN,   by  Harriet  Beecher  Stowe. 

28  ESSAYS  OF  ELIA,  by  Charles  Lamb. 

29  MY    POINT    OF    VIEW.    Representative    selections 

from  the  works  of  Professor  Henry  Drummond 
by  William  Shepard. 

30  THE  SKETCH  BOOK,  by  Washington  Irving.    Com- 

plete. 

31  KEPT  FOR  THE  MASTER'S  USE,  by  Frances  Rid- 

ley Havergal. 

32  LUCILE,   by   Owen   Meredith. 

33  LALLA  ROOKH,  by  Thomas  Moore. 

34  THE  LADY  OF  THE   LAKE,  by   Sir  Walter  Scott. 

35  MARMION,  by  Sir  Walter  Scott. 


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36  THE    PRINCESS;    AND    MAUD,    by    Alfred    (Lord) 

Tennyson. 

37  CHILDE  HAROLD'S  PILGRIMAGE,  by  Lord  Byron. 

38  IDYLLS  OF  THE  KING,  by  Alfred  (Lord)  Tennyson. 

39  EVANGELINE,  by  Henry  Wadsworth  Longfellow. 

40  VOICES    OF    THE    NIGHT    AND    OTHER    POEMS, 

by  Henry  Wadsworth  Longfellow. 

41  THE  BELFRY  OF  BRUGES  AND  OTHER  POEMS, 

by  Henry  Wadsworth  Longfellow. 

42  THE    QUEEN    OF    THE    AIR,    by    John    Ruskin.    A 

study  of  the  Greek  myths  of  cloud  and  storm. 

43  POEMS,  Volume  I,  by  John  Greenleaf  Whittier. 

44  POEMS,  Volume  II,  by  John  Greenleaf  Whittier. 

45  THE  RAVEN;  AND  OTHER  POEMS,  by  Edgar  Al- 

lan Poe. 

46  THANATOPSIS;  AND  OTHER  POEMS,  by  William 

Cullen  Bryant. 

47  THE  LAST  LEAF;  AND  OTHER  POEMS,  by  Oliver 

Wendell  Holmes. 

48  THE    HEROES    OR    GREEK    FAIRY    TALES,    by 

Charles  Kingsley. 

49  A  WONDER  BOOK,  by  Nathaniel  Hawthorne. 

50  UNDINE,  by  de  La  Motte  Fouque. 

51  ADDRESSES,  by  the  Rt.  Rev.  Phillips  Brooks. 

52  BALZAC'S     SHORTER     STORIES,    by    Honore    de 

Balzac. 

53  TWO    YEARS    BEFORE    THE    MAST,    by    Richard 

H.  Dana,  Jr. 

54  BENJAMIN  FRANKLIN.    An  autobiography. 

55  THE  LAST  ESSAYS  OF  ELIA,  by  Charles  Lamb. 

5G    TOM     BROWN'S     SCHOOL     DAYS,      by     Thomas 
Hughes. 

57  WEIRD  TALES,  by  Edgar  Allen  Poe. 

58  THE   CROWN   OF   WILD   OLIVE,   by  Johu   Ruskin. 

Three  lectures  on  Work,  Traffic  and  War. 

59  NATURAL    LAW   IN   TE    SPIRITUAL    WORLD,    by 

Professor  Henry  Drummond. 

60  ABBE  CONSTANTIN,  by  Ludovic  Halevy. 

61  MANON  LESCAUT,  by  Abbe  Prevost. 


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62  THE  ROMANCE  OF  A  POOR  YOUNG  MAN,  by 

Octave  Feuillet. 

63  BLACK  BEAUTY,  by  Anna   Sewell. 

64  CAMILLE,  by  Alexander  Dumas,  Jr. 

65  THE  LIGHT  OF  ASIA,  by  Sir  Edwin  Arnold. 

66  THE  LAYS  OF  ANCIENT  ROME,   by  Thomas   Bab- 

ington  Macaulay. 

67  THE    CONFESSIONS    OF    AN    ENGLISH    OPIUM- 

EATER,  by  Thomas  De  Quincey. 

68  TREASURE  ISLAND,  by  Robert  L.  Stevenson. 

69  CARMEN,  by  Prosper  Merimee. 

70  A  SENTIMENTAL  JOURNEY,  by  Laurence  Sterne. 

71  THE  BLITHEDALE  ROMANCE,  by  Nathaniel  Haw- 

thorne. 

72  BAB    BALLADS,   AND    SAVOY    SONGS,    by    W.    H. 

Gilbert. 

73  FANCHON,  THE  CRICKET,  by  George  Sand. 

74  POEMS,  by  James  Russell  Lowell. 

75  JOHN  PLOUGHMANS  TALK,  by  the  Rev.   Charles 

H.   Spurgeon. 

76  JOHN    PLOUGHMAN'S    PICTURES,    by    the    Rev. 

Charles  H.   Spurgeon. 

77  THE  MANLINESS  OF  CHRIST,  by  Thomas  Hughes. 

78  ADDRESSES  TO  YOUNG  MEN,  by  the  Rev.  Henry 

Ward  Beecher. 

79  THE  AUTOCRAT  OF  THE  BREAKFAST  TABLE, 

by  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes. 

80  MULVANEY  STORIES,  by  Rudyard  Kipling. 

81  BALLADS,  by  Rudyard  Kipling. 

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gal. 

83  TEN  NIGHTS  IN  A  BAR  ROOM,  by  T.  S.  Arthur. 

84  EVENING  THOUGHTS,   by   Frances   Ridley   Haver- 

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85  IN  MEMORIAM,  by  Alfred  (Lord)  Tennyson. 

86  COMING  TO  CHRIST,  by  Frances  Ridley  Havergal. 

87  HOUSE  OF  THE  WOLF,  by  Stanley  Weyman. 


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89  LADDIE  AND  MISS  TOOSEY'S   MISSION. 

00  GOLD  DUST. 

01  DAILY   FOOD    FOR   CHRISTIANS. 

02  PLAIN    TALES    FROM    THE    HILLS,    by    Rudyard 

Kipling. 

03  PHANTOM   RICKSHAW,   by  Rudyard  Kipling. 

04  JESSICA'S      FIRST      PRAYER      AND      JESSICA'S 

MOTHER,  by  Hesba   Stretton. 

05  THE  THRONE  OF  GRACE. 

06  STEPS  INTO  THE  BLESSED  LIFE,  by  Rev.   F.   B. 

Meyer. 

07  ADVENTURES   OF   A   BROWNIE,    by   Miss   Mulock. 

98    THE    IMPREGNABLE    ROCK    OF    HOLY    SCRIP- 
TURE, by  Hon.  W.  E.  Gladstone. 

00    PATHWAY  OF  PROMISE. 

100  PATHWAY  OF  SAFETY,  by  Rt.  Rev.  Ashton  Ox- 

enden. 

101  KIDNAPPED,  by  Robert  Louis  Stevenson. 

102  THE    PRINCE    OF    THE   HOUSE    OF   DAVID,    by 

Rev.  J.   H.   Ingrabam. 

103  THE   CHRISTIAN  LIFE,   by  Rt.   Rev.   Ashton  Ox- 

enden.  • 

104  THE  MESSAGE  OF  PEACE,  by  Rev  R.  W.  Church. 

105  PEEP  OF  DAY.    Or  a  Series  of  the  Earliest  Relig- 

ious  Instruction   the    Infant   Mind   is    Capable   of 
Receiving. 

106  LINE  UPON  LINE.    Or  a  Second  Series  of  the  Ear- 

liest   Religious    Instruction    the    Infant    Mind    Is 
Capable  of  Receiving. 

107  PRECEPT     UPON     PRECEPT.     By   the    author    of 

"The    Peep   of   Day,"    "Line   Upon    Line,"    "Pre- 
cept Upon  Precept,"  etc. 

108  TANGLEWOOD  TALES,  by  Nathaniel  Hawthorne. 

109  THE  SONG  OF  HIAWATHA,  by  Henry  Wadsworth 

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3  GOD'S  WORD  AND  GOD'S  WORK,  by  Martin  Luther. 

4  FAITH,  by  Thomas  Arnold. 

5  THE  CREATION  STORY,  by  Honorable  William  E.  Gladstone. 

6  THE  MESSAGE  OF  COMFORT,  by  Rt.  Rev.  Ashton  Oxenden. 

7  THE  MESSAGE  OF  PEACE,  by  Rev.  R.  W.  Church. 

8  THE  LORD'S  PRAYER  AND  THE  TEN  COMMANDMENTS,  by 

Dean  Stanley. 

9  THE  MEMOIRS  OF  JESUS,  by  Rev.  Robert  F.  Horton. 

10  HYMNS  OF  PRAISE  AND  GL  ADNESS,  by  Elisabeth  R.  Scovil. 

11  DIFFICULTIES,  by  Hannah  Whitall  Smith. 

12  GAMBLERS  AND  GAMBLING,  by  Rev.  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 

13  HAVE  FAITH  IN  GOD,  by  Rev.  Andrew  Murray. 

14  TWELVE    CAUSES    OF    DISHONESTY,    by  Rev.    Henry  Ward 

Beecher. 

15  THE  CHRIST  IN  WHOM  CHRISTIANS  BELIEVE,  by  Rt.  Rev. 

Phillips  Brooks. 

16  IN  MY  NAME,  by  Rev.  Andrew  Murray. 

17  SIX  WARNINGS,  by  Rev.  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 

18  THE  DUTY   OF  THE  CHRISTIAN  BUSINESS  MAN,  by  Rt.  Rev. 

Phillips  Brooks. 
J9    POPULAR  AMUSEMENTS,  by  Rev.  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 

20  TRUE  LIBERTY,  by  Rt.  Rev.  Phillips  Brooks. 

21  INDUSTRY  AND  IDLENESS,  by  Rev.  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 

22  THE  BEAUTY  OF  A  LIFE  OF  SERVICE,    by  Rt.  Rev.  Phillips 

Brooks. 

23  THE  SECOND  COMING  OF  OUR  LORD,  by  Rev.  A.T.Pierson,  D.D. 

24  THOUGHT  AND  ACTION,  by  Rt.  Rev.  Phillips  Brooks. 

25  THE  HEAVENLY  VISION,  by  Rev.  F.  B.  Meyer. 

26  MORN  LNG  STRENGTH,  by  Elisabeth  R.  Scovil. 

27  FOR  THE  QUIET  HOUR,  by  Edith  V.  Bradc. 

28  EVENING  COMFORT,  by  Elisabeth  R.  Scovil. 

29  WORDS  OF  HELP  FOR  CHRISTIAN  GIRLS,  by  Rev.  F.  B.  Meyer. 

30  HOW  TO  STUDY  THE  BIBLE,  by  Rev.  Dwight  L.  Moody. 

31  EXPECTATION  CORNER,  by  E.  S.  Elliot. 

32  JESSICA'S  FIRST  PRAYER,  by  Hesba  Stretton. 

33  JESSICA'S  MOTHER,  by  Hesba  Stretton. 

34  THE  GREATEST  THIN  G  IN  THE  WORLD,  by  Henry  Drummond. 

35  HOW  TO  LEARN  HOW,  by  Henry  Drummond. 

36  WHAT  IS  A  CHRISTIAN?  THE  STUDY  OF  THE  BIBLE;    A 

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38  THE  CHANGED  LIFE  by  Henry  Drummond. 

39  FlltST!   A.  TALK  WITH  BOYS,  by  Henry  Drummond. 

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2  THE  SCHOL  Alt  IX  POLITICS,  by  Hon.  Richard  Olney. 

3  THE  YOUNG  MAN  IX  BUSINESS,  by  Edward  W.  Bok. 

4  THE  YOUNG  MAN  AXD  THE  CHURCH,  by  Edward  W.  Bok. 

5  THE  SPOILS  SYSTEM,  by  Hon.  Carl  Schurz. 

6  CONVERSATIOX,  by  Thomas  DeQuincey. 

7  SWEETXESS  AXD  LIGHT,  by  Matthew  Arnold. 

8  WORK,  by  John  Ruskin. 

9  X  ATURE  AND  ART,  by  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

10  THE  USE  AND  MISUSE  OF  BOOKS,  by  Frederic  Harrison. 

11  THE  MONROE  DOCTRINE  :     ITS  ORIGIN,    MEANING    AND 

APPLICATION,  by  Prof.  John  Bach  McMaster  (University  of 
Pennsylvania) 

12  THE  DESTINY  OF  MAX,  by  Sir  John  Lubbock. 

13  LOVE  AND  FRIENDSHIP,  by  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

14  RIP  VAX  WIXKLE,  by  Washington  Irving. 

15  ART,  POETRY  AXD  MUSIC,  by  Sir  John  Lubbock. 

16  THE  CHOICE  OF  BOOKS,  by  Sir  John  Lubbuck. 

17  MAXNERS,  by  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

18  CHARACTER,  by  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

19  THE  LEGEND  OF  SLEEPY  HOLLOW,  by  Washington  Insing 

20  THE  BEAUTIES  OF  NATURE,  by  Sir  John  Lubbock. 

21  SELF  RELIANCE,  by  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

22  THE  DUTY  OF  HAPPINESS,  by  Sir  John  Lubbock. 

23  SPIRITUAL  LAWS,  by  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

24  OLD  CHRISTMAS,  by  Washington  Irving. 

25  HEALTH,  WEALTH  AND  THE  BLESSING  OF  FRIEXDS,  by 

Sir  John  Lubbock. 

26  INTELLECT,  by  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson. 

27  WHY  AMERICAXS  DiSLIKE  ENGLAND?  by  Prof.  George  B. 

Adams  (Yale). 

28  THE  HIGHER  EDUCATION  AS  A  TRAINING  FOR  BUSINESS, 

by  Prof.  Harry  Pratt  Judson  (University  of  Chicago). 

29  MISSTOOSEY'SMISSIOX. 

30  LADDIE. 

31  J.  COLE,  by  Emma  Gellibrand. 


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